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Poem: My Nor'wester
Poem: My Nor'wester
Little me then, was just scared
A helpless son of a helpless mother
Poetry did not come to mind
When brutal dark clouds storm
Robbery of our hut's head
He took it in front of our eyes
making us utterly helpless,
Today I see that the poem was already made
Inadvertently, when mother with the cloth spine wiped out
the eyes were raining.
That came out today
after so long,
When mother is at ultimate home,
And I'm in the high-rise flat own
Sit and see that black cloud
Relax through the glass window
But the eyes are full of emotion.
**KRN**
09.04.2023.R (Original Bengali)
Writco: 28.04.2024 .
Little me then, was just scared
A helpless son of a helpless mother
Poetry did not come to mind
When brutal dark clouds storm
Robbery of our hut's head
He took it in front of our eyes
making us utterly helpless,
Today I see that the poem was already made
Inadvertently, when mother with the cloth spine wiped out
the eyes were raining.
That came out today
after so long,
When mother is at ultimate home,
And I'm in the high-rise flat own
Sit and see that black cloud
Relax through the glass window
But the eyes are full of emotion.
**KRN**
09.04.2023.R (Original Bengali)
Writco: 28.04.2024 .
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