We sit around the simmering rice boiler <br />Mother's worn out face knows no smile <br />My little brother falls asleep <br />mark of dried-up tears down his eyes <br />On the small, portable hearth <br />noisily simmers a handful of rice. <br /> <br />With hungry stare ofa tiger <br />we gaze with unwinking eyes <br />The fragrance of boiling rice <br />keeps us wide awake <br /> <br />Waiting and sitting around the rice boiler <br />thus passes off my childhood<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rice-boiler/
