Who is hurt & Who is Sad

A door wide open,

Few eyes peeking in,

 

A window wide open,

Few eyes peeking out.

 

Kids running after each other,

Happy that they got another chance.

 

A group of men standing at door,

Discussing politics, business in whispers.

 

Few women inside the kitchen,

Gossiping of somebody’s death.

 

A woman in white sari sitting in middle,

She is so shocked her face is whiter than her sari.

 

A man roaming here and there,

Offering tea to everyone.

 

And a boy with a stitch in his wrist,

All covered in flower sleeping in the corner of the room.

                                                                                                          Arijit Bose 

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