Father in a Crowd by Shamik Banerjee

Father in a Crowd

The interchange is confounding and loud,
Autorickshaws scuttle the rotary,
Crowd in a father, father in a crowd;

Sun-blinding towers stand pompous and proud,
Paan Shops on footways roar with janglery,
The interchange is confounding and loud;

No pother was under the village cloud,
Or straphangers uncalm and ornery,
Crowd in a father, father in a crowd;

His chest, ribbed and short-winded made him cowed
To find and rest inside an eatery,
The interchange is confounding and loud;

For this frail elder, ease is unallowed,
To his helplessness, youths throw mockery,
Crowd in a father, father in a crowd;

Unminded jaywalkers, no aid endowed,
Snarled are his feet amid this bobbery,
The interchange is confounding and loud,
Crowd in a father, father in a crowd.

by Shamik Banerjee

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Editor’s Note: This villanelle’s repetition is as well-suited to the chaotic mess of a busy intersection as it is to the relationship between father and child.

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    richardsund

    Underneath this touching poem full of wonderful images and sounds, there is the sadness of observing an aged parent.

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