CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR - My Sunday

And when the distant road glistens
under the Sunday morning sun
the happy couples come out hand-in-hand

From their shoulders hang
flashy cameras, hot coffee in flasks

All merrily move towards
Ranchi or Baghmundis

And the poor, rustic, foolish fellow that I am
I never remember
Today is Sunday, a holiday
a day to enjoy and celebrate

CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR

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