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A Poor Belly | A Poem by Pijush Kanti Deb

In a prize-giving ceremony
a belly is found astonished
standing on the stage
holding his given prize-
a piece of rope,
upset too
looking at other prize winners
as at least
fingers are blissful with pen and brush,
eyes and nose with a bunch of flowers,
ears are lost in hilarious clapping,
young heart dances
with a bag- full of likes and comments,
and old soul takes a nap
holding a running piece of peace
and prompted
to leave the stage
throwing a flying kiss and a muted query
to the audience,
“Why to fasten a poor belly
though it’s the only way to heart?”


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