2 Short Poems – Moinak Dutta


Canal Road

The best thing about it is the line of trees,
Gulmohor, champa, radhachura, chatim,

And the cool shade those trees cast on the road would look like curious water marks ,
And sometimes like outlines of maps of countries,

Every time I walk down the road I dream of emancipation.


A pair of glasses,
A stick,
Loin cloth,
A frail figure,


A smile on paper notes.

About the contributor: Moinak Dutta, is a teacher who got two published fictions ‘ ‘Online@Offline‘ & ‘In search of la radice…‘ Many poems, stories and articles written by him got published in various magazines, journals, dailies and anthologies.

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