A night once came crawling like
The old serpent in our back yard
Which has stopped hissing and stinging
being inspired by the guru who made it his disciple
and mingled in the nonsense of our household.

It was just after the dust and dusk of the dawn
Illuminated the low radiant light here and there
Scattered mica dust,
It was just when the mother moved through the whole house
Protecting the new born light for Puja,
It was just after the father made his cycle stood
in a side of our entrance ,
Returning from office as a responsible school master
to talk of his designs for the construction of a human.
It was just when a speedy bird flew over the sky facing yard.
It was just when mothers chorus on the theme of their children’s’ education
And the child’s medicated slang’s prayed to withdraw alphabets.

The evening came as an unwanted guest
As a tired wanderer unable to move out
due to darkness
due to forty plus spectacle.

That whole day I was protesting against
the evening’s arrival and departure
holding a with a stick,
for the stupid tutor who always
regulates me for Math and Grammar
until the night rubs the nozzle at window bar.

The teacher came and left
Days after days
Evenings after evenings
Till I became a teacher.


But I still couldn’t discriminate
the Grammar from Mathematics.

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