Poetry

A Village Girl

I was in love with a girl, because

Her hair is curly and black.

She, who lives near the bank of the river,

Everyone watched her and whispered.

She walks alone on sunny days,

enjoying the breeze though

Everyone watches her.

She, who learned to be a girl of the village

has a perfectly gifted figure.

I didn’t find any weakness in her.

I used to wait a while for her but my

thought vanished when she moved

towards the river for boating.

I used to go to a place where the river

and sea collide to watch and enjoy

the flying birds in the sky.

 

~ Bhupesh Chandra Karmakar

New Delhi, India

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