Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

A Requiem For June


They smile and push each other
Glistening teeth in life's rough weather
Got nothing more to give than hearty smiles
From rustic children to the traveler of miles!

Childishly embarrassed is the unclothed kid
So small his world so little his need
He bows his face views the lens with shame
The faraway boy without a name!

In my frame is revealed her beautiful face
Where from she gets such benign happiness
In tattered skirt with unoiled rusty curl
There never was on earth a more beautiful girl!

For a while they bask in the sudden arrived fest
With a stranger in June a waylaid stray guest
Who would move further south to be with the sea
Soon forget those children he photoed under a tree!

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2014
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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