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Sunday, August 01, 2021

2 Poems

 Slow, the vultures circle in the sky

Slowly the hyaenas walk on earth, and make an outcry

The snakes with small, squat, poisonous heads raise them

To strike, but are "mocked by a tissue that will not serve"

They shall all die and their bodies shrivel up

in forest and desert and city, village, town;

"hang in a pitiful crescent". In hell, fry.

2.

Flights of black birds in formation
overhead, going home
or to sleep
turn the evening into winged dreams
There are bruises on the sky
cuts and wounds -
part of the fact that birds can fly -
in the clouds
Red gashes
blue or black
turning the evening into
purple twilight and night
The birds continue their flight
looking effortless
Do they wish to be wingless
and grounded
with or like us here, down below
the way humans wish they could float, unwounded
in the air of the heavens; 'weightless', cutting a path
through, free, in endless flight?

The two quotes are from two poems by Samuel Beckett called the Vulture and Yoke of Liberty respectively

4 comments:

lakshmiv said...

These two poems, esp about the flight of birds, they are super.and they urge me to repeat reading them, which I do. Liked them very much.

Marshwiggle23 said...

Thanks Lakshmi

SONALI CHANDA said...

The second one is much thought provoking, compelled me to read atleast three times!

Stupendously composed ,Sir
More to come from your pen!

SONALI CHANDA said...

The second one is more fascinating, compelled me to read atleast three times!
Magestiscally penned!
More to come from your powerful pen, Sir!

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