The Sun and Us by Shamik Banerjee

Shamik Banerjee | March 11th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

Behind the insect screen, a cyan shade
Resumes afresh from that night-blackened dome
And, speeding to my eyes once slumber-sealed,
Tints up the lifeless floor and carpets laid
While not neglecting that wide cleft concealed
In dreams and quietude—the hamster’s home.

Rose-scented air then wafts in through the net
Of windows, hinting grandma is awake—
The first to rise among all members here.
We know her rites for morning prayer are set
When rotund sounds (ting-ding) from bells appear.
She waves rose incense; sweeps our little brake.

Our homestead, as if risen from its grave,
Invites the newborn sun; its brightest beams
Enbliss the nest-hugged birds (resounding trills),
And children, newly livened and made brave,
Go scrumping apples, making buoyant shrills,
While oscitating elders break from dreams.

Indeed, O’ Sun, God’s best-anointed gift,
You hide (so we may venture into night)
And wait below the skyline, mutely burn
Concurrently, to come in time and lift
New morns for us and once again return
Life’s vital animations to our sight.

Poet Bio

Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents. His poems have appeared in The Society of Classical Poets, Fevers of the Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Westward Quarterly, Ekstasis, The Hypertexts, among others, and some of his poems are forthcoming in Willow Review and Modern Reformation, to name a few.

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