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Scarecrow at the threshold of New Year

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I’m a scarecrow on a landscape
without a trace of crows.
Silence is not really required
to protect me here in this arid wilderness.

What have I got to speak, however?
As another year ends,
As time draws on
having etched yet new lessons
on a soul that is already etched
with too many scars and scares,
what they would call lessons of life,
I have understood the worth of silence.

I have learnt to stand here
patiently
resisting the inner urge
for crows to scare.

The crows have flown away.
I should consider myself a fulfilled scarecrow!
What is the purpose of my existence now?
Maybe, it’s time to put on new motley
As the old calendar is discarded into garbage.

Wish you all a Happy, happy New Year.





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Comments

  1. UppalDecember 29, 2018 at 9:54 AM

    I think there is no meaning to life. We've to find meaning to keep our sanity and derive some sort of satisfaction!

    Wish you the same!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 29, 2018 at 11:37 AM

      I do concede that life's meaning has to be created by us. I'm an Existentialist at heart.

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  2. indu chhibberDecember 30, 2018 at 6:53 PM

    Sometimes it IS difficult to concentrate on anything.I have found that at such moments helping some one else,making that person happy gives happiness to the giver.
    A more meaningful year to you.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 30, 2018 at 8:16 PM

      Thanks, Indu. Let me reciprocate your generous wishes.

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