"hutments" poems
The crash of the waves ,
the Stillness of the sand ,
Life at the Ocean is a contrast grand.
The depth of the sea ,
the high and low tides
The ocean gives positive vibes.
The school of vibrant fish
each with a distinct wave swish .
The bright , shining Sun ,
the cool Breeze over the Ocean.
The vastness of the aquamarine that nestle,
The diminutiveness of the cruising vessels.
Small ,thatched hutments under the tall green coconut grooves,
In tranquility here the day moves.
Smell the sea , feel the sky
A postcard perfect mixture ,
The beauty of the Ocean has a Winsome contrast picture !
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Rows of sky scrappers
Are standing high with pride,
Looking to the hutments
With a nagging look and hate.
Said 'how ***** and shabby
You all are -
With full of filth and stinks '? ?
Hutments were in laughter
And replied them on face
'Yes, we may be poor
And may be stinking even , as you've said,
Still we do not occupy the sky
The invaders,
As you did invade'! ! !
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Amativa(9.7.2014)
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY AMITAVA SUR
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
I cultivate my soulful dreams
In dark, frozen hutments
In the tearshedding trauma
In the dignified sweat of labour
In repressive impairedness
Among intangible delights
Of a repaired lease
I penetrate into a blissful radiation
Radiation of ever-lasting candles
While dreaming an unsustainable dream
Among rags and foul trash
Poverty is a dying breath
A haunted house of lows and lows
A ladder's step wherein is a deceptive delusion
What I brazenly reap
What I surrender
When generosity will prevail
When coins be miniscule
Shall I bravely reap
Yet I surrender..
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC