Dead Bird. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Till yesterday, it sat
On the powerline,
And the tree in the yard,
Sang soulful songs,
In different tunes,
Calling for it's mate,
Today it lay dead
On the street,
Not noticed by none,
Sometimes crusehed
By the passing vrhicles,
Spreading it on the road,
Of the remains it had,
I can't listen to its song
No more, took it's dead body
To the transh bin,
For it's burial somewhere.


Ravikiran Arakkal.