Poem by Sandip Saha


 

Flood in our village

Incessant rain filled up the river.
Water was overflowing into the field
crossing the only village road near my home.
Sitting at the window I was enjoying
how nature converted our playground
into a big river with noise of flowing water.
It remained like that even after rain stopped.
Schools, markets everything was flooded,
there was no work to do except looking at the boats
which were plying through the road and our field.
I got into one of these boats
though did not know swimming.
A pleasant aroma overwhelmed me.
As the boatman was boating
through the sugarcane field,
we cut as many of them and filled the boat.
A fisherman spread the net across the flood water
and was lifting it at intervals.
The jumping fishes were shining in sunlight
which was reflecting from their slippery bodies.
It was a wonderful feeling.

 

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Sandip Saha is a chemical engineer (B.Tech) and doctorate in metallurgical engineering. He has been writing poetry for more than a decade online and before that offline. He has published anthologies, including Quest for Freedom.

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.