THE RIPEN AUTUMN

By Ajoy Engti

They call me a mad
Because I have no home
In rain write the autumn
Summer is favorite to me
Because
My shelter open there
I can read well the sky
Rooflessly.
The sun heat me enormous
But I sit alone with the flowers
and clouds.
I am enable to walk
Door to door for beg for
Harmony and peace
But they call me a mad.


About the author: An inhabitant of Digaru, Ajoy Engti serves as Welfare Officer at Amchong Tea Estate. Besides, he also runs an English medium school and associated with responsibilities in different bodies, such as, Vice President of Digaru High School, Circle Secretary of Chah Karmachari Sangha of Kamrup, Circle Executive Member of All Assam Chah Karmachari Sangha, Dibrugarh and Member of Dimoria Senior Citizen. Anchoring cultural functions wonderfully is his passion. Ajoy Engti is a person who loves engaging himself in social work and of course, he sometimes treasuring in singing and creative writing also.



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