Sun Exposed Poem by Prasad Natarajan

Sun Exposed



Sun Exposed

Walking through the harvested fields of Jan,
Heard the larks perking through the roots,
Sandgrouse roosting on the red and his tan,
Scanning that pale land by my muddy boots,

Across those bare fields, a lighting stuck tree,
Who's shades guarded my skin from the heat,
And today, only burnt ashes roam, they roam free,
Leaving behind a harsh stone concrete seat,

Even that evil scarecrow mourned her fall,
My back rested to the haystack, eyes closed,
Her cool shades call me again, no a quail call,
Hat on the floor, my face to the sun exposed.

©Prasad.N January 27th 2015
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After a recent personal loss, a vacation to grasslands, inspired me to write down my thoughts. It's is tough to express huge loss through words, however spending time in nature surely helps.
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