This discombobulation made me mad
And drove me to watch those trees
Whose leaves were all birds of blue wings.
There was a flight; integrated and bright
Over the sun-soaked earth; I stood there
Taking a morning bath and waiting for a cart.
Dooms day was walking to meet those hunters
Who could shoot the birds easily to nacked
The trees and make me metropolitan……..
Shooting started; birds were falling from the
Trees like dropes of rains and I was amid the
War; suddenly an arrow stabbed my heart
And I was bleeding invisiblely within the mall,
Cafes, bars, restaurants, apartments,offices
And also my own garden where I had been
Planting the cactus of my skeleton with grey
Hugging thorns throughout time immemorial..
Shyama Prasad Laha
Picture Nick Victor
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