The earth stirs,
From beneath
the woolly white shroud.
Tentatively, wary, in anticipation,
Exposing itself
only in bits and pieces-
The top of a tree,
A trotting dog on the pavement,
The silhouette of the tower on the horizon.
Ensconced in the smog
It lay in a sort of stupor;
Missing the Sun’s warmth
to thaw frozen life
back on it’s feet.
Copyright @ Goutam Dutta
FOWC with Fandango — Missing
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Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com.
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Your imagery in so few words is breath-taking! Well done.
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Thank you so much. So happy to know that you have enjoyed the poem..😊🙏
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I do, I’m enjoying your work a lot.
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