Susanta Pattnayak

Rookie - 0 Points (Bhubaneswar, India)

Comfort Zone - Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

When from its nest, the babyish sun
Nestles in my window, curls
Into my room, snuggles
Down into my blanket, cuddles
Me by its glossy hands, I know
Into my ears, it sings
The first song of the morn.

Down the window and down the lane
A tree, the branches of which on the drums
And the leaves dance in concord, when
The chirps, the tweets, the caws sing
In chorus, the hymn of the morn.

From inside of my inner dome, then
And precisely from the kitchen
The amusing, funny crockery
Of brass, metal and steel
And the sink and its funny whistle
Synchronically, in harmony
Play the symphony
For a long day's song!


And, I'm in love
with my comfort zone!


Comments about Comfort Zone by Susanta Pattnayak

  • Gold Star - 10,776 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (9/7/2014 2:22:00 AM)

    Beautiful imagery of a sweet morning, in his own den. Look at the way he acknowledges what is done by his wife in the kitchen. Superb. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,776 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (9/7/2014 2:22:00 AM)

    Beautiful imagery of a sweet morning, in his own den. Look at the way he acknowledges what is done by his wife in the kitchen. Superb. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Anita Sehgal (9/19/2012 12:43:00 AM)

    what a poem.. the unfolding of the day.. well depicted! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 65 Points Meera Panigrahi (9/14/2012 7:12:00 AM)

    cacophonous music of everyday (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 13, 2012


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