No Idea Poem by Pallab Chaudhury
No Idea
Hard work round the year
Is the life of a farmer…
At an occasion- a devastation by flood
And burns to ashes in a draught on the other.
Alas! The entire flowering paddy
Turned into rags by the flood!
Sad! I am so sad! Nobody to hear;
No tape to measure!
No idea- why the autumn sky
Landscapes a sliced plough-land
Using silky clouds again!
Dated: 15-09-2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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