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Poetry | I Entered a Vinod Kumar Shukla Poem

...And found a world inside.
...And found a world inside.
poetry   i entered a vinod kumar shukla poem
Vinod Kumar Shukla. Photo: PTI/Files.
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Renowned writer and Jnanpith awardee Vinod Kumar Shukla passed away a day ago, on December 23, 2025.

I entered a Vinod Kumar Shukla poem

Through the open window

And found a world inside.

Looking for a cricket ball from childhood

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The one that smashed a window pane

Leaving smithereens and bringing everyone out from their homes

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To watch kids scurrying away.

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Inside, a cold dark table, no one there.

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I felt my way along the walls,

An old clock chiming.

The kid now works in America and is looking for a green card

The one that will keep him there forever.

The father is walking into sunset.

But there is still some journey left

To watch a cricket match somewhere

Along the well-worn road.

On a dusty street, where windows crackle when old.

The cricket ball must be somewhere in the corner, 

It must have sneaked under the bed. 

I look for the bed

Now no longer there.

The ball must have rolled into the kitchen

Filled with yesterday’s utensils, pots and pans

Raising a racket, tinkling old laughter.

It must have come out through the open door

Settling by the drain somewhere 

Where tufts of wild grass grow

Tall as reawakening.

I sneaked out of the house on tip toe

Careful not to wake those sleeping. 

Through a gap between the stanzas, I jumped

 

Finding myself somewhat strange

To be out again inside the world

Holding a comma

The question mark still eluding me.

Instead of a cricket ball, only the pages turned

As one round year became another.

Amlanjyoti Goswami has written three books of poetry, A Different Story, River Wedding and Vital Signs, published by Poetrywala. River Wedding was shortlisted for the Sahitya Akademi award. Published in journals and anthologies across the world, including Poetry, The Poetry Review, Penguin Vintage, Rattle and Sahitya Akademi, he is also a Best of the Net and Pushcart nominee. He grew up in Guwahati and lives in Delhi.

This article went live on December twenty-fourth, two thousand twenty five, at one minutes past one in the afternoon.

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