THE FOLLOWING POEM BY Y MEENAKSHI WON THIRD PRIZE IN WINGWORD POETRY COMPETITION 2019’S JUNIOR CATEGORY
Illustration created for Wingword Poetry Prize by Dhanashree Pimputkar
The city brightens when the dawn’s first beam of light
Breaks through the sky
The rooster rouses everyone with its reverberative sound
That’s when the people crave for the enchanting milk of the cow.
Mothers, Fathers, Aunts and Uncles
Get to work with their bundles;
In Cars, Cabs, Planes and Trains
without the money being drained.
Happens same with the little ones
who pack their bags for their runs.
At the setting of Mid-day,
The Street vendors yell for their prey.
House Wives rush for their share
At the implacable crowd of the fair.
At the time of twilight,
A walk in the woods with delight,
Remind all the mothers of their plight
That the dinner is getting ready with fright.
Moms and kids get to the works
Going to shop and doing home works.
Everything seems to be going right
Where fathers remember the office tasks.
At the end of the day
Everyone sits and chit chat happily
Only to be ready for an another
day of work.