Autobiography Of A Dependant Brook Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

Little brook I flow down leisurely
Passing through dales & villages gradually.
Feel I happy listening lovers’ songs in harmony
Again share I widows’ tears on funeral ceremony.

Little brook I flow down leisurely
Called in different names by poets so passionately.
Become I ecstatic with an untamed drenching kid
At the same time blessed I by farmers for crops feed.

Little brook I flow down leisurely
In my zigzag course as a witness eternally.
Observed once in nature’s bosom the jovial child
Alas! Wash out today at four-score his crematorium field.

Little brook I flow down leisurely
Nourished by my mighty mother affectionately.
How liberal she is to me during monsoon!
But enraged in summer when I gasp at scorching noon.

Little brook I flow down leisurely
Feel proud myself pondering a man’s plight sorrowfully.
How piteously bound with money an employee is to his authority
Counting unfulfilled dreams in silence with futility!

Little brook I flow down leisurely
Dependant we both to feeding parents loyally.
Nevertheless, satisfied this tiny creature with nature’s care
When that poor obedient is crushed under mundane torture.

Amitava Chakrabortty
13th February,2009

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