Sushil Kumar Tripathy

Rookie - 189 Points (11th November 1963 / Odisha State in INDIA)

Abacus - Poem by Sushil Kumar Tripathy

Abacus, the thing I got
Embedded with a writing slate
At my child hood
To enter in the school
A new step of my life to rise.

I was brought to a place
People called it the school,
Having no roof over head
Nor any wall around it.

An old commanding man
Sitting on a mate of date palm
Introduced me my teacher
In the dawn of my life to build.

The way of life in the world
Is an ongoing process
That I have to lead, started
With the pale view through
A thick framed glass
And old hard but homely voice
Sit down, sit down.

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  • Rookie - 313 Points Abhipsa Tripathy (5/22/2014 11:33:00 AM)

    its a nice poem.I liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 14, 2013

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