I
Nights are longer
Peace keeps coming out
Of the hymns
II
Bluethroat* sings peace
In its winter home
Of our land
III
Curled up
In its mother’s lap
A child calls the moon
*Bluethroat is a migratory bird from thrush family
Month: December 2018
Surprise
Most of the time my thoughts,
largely black
in their forehead, crown and throat,
save the grey nape and breast,
caw vehemently
over carrions
of day to day life-
am I not surprised
when they are no more the crows
they are-
but asian paradise flycatchers-
with milky plumage all over-
with a glossy, navy blue crown-
majestic-
their throat holding a sweet note-
speckling my glowing inner sky
with their angelic flight-
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Surprise @ Poets United
Let Them Pass Away
dying diseased words
gasp-
the scaly, slippery beings-
how they are
bereft of that golden sheen-
bred in cramped quarters
of cliché ,
exaggeration,
untruth,
they can no longer take in
the stress
of being hyper active-
how hard it is
for one
to let go of their pet words-
Posted for Poetry Pantry 431@ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
