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poddarku
Senior Member

since 2008-01-15

Posts 589
india

0 posted 2009-01-17 01:33 AM

A collage

“Open the window.”
“You may catch something.”

There descends a bird on the sill
chirping about a colored tale,-
the sick mom and a tired son
with a plastic arm to pick life
won’t see and now aren’t listening…
bird flies to the other houses.

“Shall I read the news?”
“What is the use, boy?”
“I’ll then check the mails.”

The insipid mails have white covers
and crème and light brown, even red.
The shuffling of mails is always
a game he plays with hopes and rays
with a tilted cynic bitterness.

“Nope! Surprise, surprise!
It has not come today.”
“Tell me when it does.”

The roaming cold sighs settle on
the winter garden of negligence.
The worker father has embraced death
and the son is a certified
handicapped with the job letter
still is a dream frequently seen
and waited till the empty cans
refused to be filled on their own.

“Now take care, mom.”
“Are you going to
gather foods my son?”
“Let’s see uncle
this time. His turn.”

He wears his armor, takes his shield.
Gathering foods and to be fed
need the armors and shields these days.

“Come back tomorrow
little yellow bird.
Tomorrow the letter
may bring warm spring.”
The mother whispers and the air
carries the message to the birds.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

clever talks delay friendship!

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2009-01-17 08:44 AM

quote:
The roaming cold sighs settle on
the winter garden of negligence.

Oh, dear Ku, what a tale! And the above sentence will stay with me for a long time. Outstanding poetic rendering!

quote:
The mother whispers and the air
carries the message to the birds.

To imagine this means of communication shows your idea of fusion of all there is.

Sad, yes, but so refined and so visual, a pleasure to read.

Love and hugs, dear friend.
Margherita

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

2 posted 2009-01-17 05:40 PM

Oh, may that letter come soon and bring smiles to the mother and son and ecstatic trilling to the little yellow bird.

Owl

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
Member Ascendant

since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

3 posted 2009-01-17 10:18 PM

Dear Kushal.. you cativated me from start to finish.. a wonderful, wonderful piece of your art you have gifted us... thank you.

RDB

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

4 posted 2009-01-21 11:56 AM

You weave wonderful tales, Kushal. Bumping this poem of yours up again.

Owl

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