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Where do old birds go to die?

Krishna Hari is a class 12 student. She writes stunning poems which carry evocative images and provoking metaphors. As her English teacher, I am proud to feature one of her poems in this space. 

Krishna Hari
Krishna Hari


The old birds in my yard⠀
Fly away to distant lands⠀
For deceptive summer eves have come⠀
Yet again with their wild rains⠀
And malicious clouds.⠀
I sit on my balcony cross-legged⠀
Sipping warm whiskey⠀
Watching the sunset paint ⠀
The northern skies sepia.⠀
I hear the rustling leaves of the devil's trees⠀
Within the premises of that old temple by the lake⠀
Where women used to worship serpents and fairies once⠀
Collapsed into a rubble of stones with time.⠀
Eerie questions suck on the abysses
Under my skin like leeches⠀
And I feel as if I'm⠀
On the edge of an apocalypse.⠀
I ask, "Who makes leaves fall in autumn"?⠀
"Why were thorny roses prettier than tranquil jasmines"?⠀
"Where do old birds go to die ?⠀
Do they ever cry for their wrinkled destinies ?⠀
Do their tears fall off from their homes in the highs of heavenly trees ?⠀
Do their nestlings weep at their demises?"⠀
I heave a deep sigh into the cold air⠀
Close my eyes and see old birds going to die.⠀
And I tell myself⠀
'Maybe I'll mourn their death at my own grave.'

Comments

  1. Beautiful, poignant and painting visual poetry

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  2. This is poignant and deep. My compliments to her.

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  3. You made me think. I have never ever thought of this. Fantastic Krishna Hari and the inspiration behind you Tomichan.


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    1. I can't claim to be her inspiration, Victor. She is a poet in her own right. I just encourage her.

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    2. The greatest reward a student can receive is the teachers who are proud of them.. U r a great & blessed Teacher �� congrats to her��

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  4. Beautiful poem, best wishes to her.

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  5. The images it creates are beautiful and intense! Kudos to the young poet! Such a privilege to be featured by her teacher. :)

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    1. I'm sure the young poet will be glad to know that this appreciation comes from an artist of considerable renown.

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    2. Honored, Sir! I am yet to reach there but glad that bestow me with one! :)

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