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Petrichor
Reema Das

I dunk a chunk of biscuit
Reema Das has spent her life sandwiched between Arunachal Pradesh Into my lemon tea,
and Assam. She spent her childhood days in Sunpura and Tezu , Lohit It doesn't let me
District AP. She calls herself as the daughter of Earthquake survivors of Leave my old die hard habits
1950,when her parents were in Saikhowa ghat, now Sadia. She did her It was raining heavily
schooling (Class X, CBSC )from Government HS school, Tezu after Heaving heady the wet earth smell and
that she did her BA, BEd and MA from Tinsukia, under Dibrugarh The fresh aroma of tea leaves
University. She also did her PGJMC from Distance Education and had a
That is blown towards me.
short stint in freelancing, and had contributed in leading newspapers of
Assam and anthologies of national and international acclaimed. I look at the river,
Little far away from my wooden bungalow
Currently she is in Dinjan TE and is working as a senior teacher in a
CBSE Affiliated school in Tinsukia. She has knack for nature's Through the curtains of green trees
photography and is an avid lover of animals.She has published a poetry The whispering wind sometime drops
book, Out of Shoes, available in Amazon.in The silvery leaves onto the ground
I realised that am lucky to watch all this and
A dream like life to lead, staying besides
The Dibru-Saikhua santuary,
At this time of pandemic
And vigour my quarantined panic and painful mind!

To Look For It In God

When Your thoughts surround my mind
Colours of the sky gone black
colours fail to
People set back and take the last seat
describe feelings Here bigshot dominates the world

of your portrait, Stifling each wing.
A migrant labourer or a hardworking actor
Your words

elaborate Freedom shouldn't need salvaging
the realm of their There is doom in the dark.
They quarrel for small shots
body and soul Choke the innocent at the slightest
Even thieves then never in the scene
Now loot at the stir of the door.
...Author
We don't fly with entangled thorns
Nor play with windmills made of Jackfruit leaves
Where did kindness and compassion go
Leaving us to look for it in God!

@Reema Das

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