• Death of My Newspaper Hawker

    Monoranjan Thakur

    hungarian-village-church-amrita-sher-gil-paintingsAmrita Sher-Gil, ‘Hungarian Village Church’ / Lifestalker

    My morning is faster than the seven horses of the chariot Sun,
    But only my newspaper hawker brings the day’s excitement and fun!
    Waiting for whom eagerly at the front door,
    As the country roads bend in the far.
    Do you know my fragile looking brother?
    You are the reason, my dear happy newspaper hawker!
    You bring loads of news on love and hate, war and peace
    Sometimes your twelve pages are like the Umkhra River’s morning breeze!
    Sometimes Mark Twain peeps through the pages with a smile and tells me
    “If you don’t read the newspaper, you’re uninformed.
    If you read the newspaper, you’re mis-informed.”
    Sometimes Gwendolyn Brooks of Mecca peeps and speaks
    Through the blurred pages of tears,
    “One reason that cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers.”
    “Newspapers are the Bibles of worldlings.
    How diligently they read them!
    Here they find their law and profits,
    their judges and chronicles,
    their epistles and revelations.”
    says my preacher Charles Haddon Spurgeon!

    But nobody carried your death’s news My Friend,
    my friend of those early twilights!
    You were crushed to death with your Raleigh Bicycle
    By the madding crowd of the rich!
    Your lonely child and wife cry silently in the faroff village
    Without a single grain to eat.
    The truth is, they will grieve forever.
    they will not ‘get over’ the loss of you –
    they will learn to live with it,
    they will heal and they will rebuild
    around the loss they have suffered –
    they will be whole again,
    but they will never be the same.

    Your death is not simply the death of my newspaper hawker

    Death leaves heartache difficult to heal,
    You have left sweet memories no one can steal!

    Nongrim Hills, Shillong

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