The Scare-Crow's Wondering Aloud - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Lone, friendless here, what’ll I say to my crowd?
What’ll I do with this supprest rage a stroud?
Doing a job that would ne’er make me proud,
To scare friends my own from this field well ploughed.
The scare-crow stood open mouth, ne’er allowed
To open heart, speechless still made me proud:
Worried of brotherhood, the avian crowds,
Worried too of clear skies shorn of rain clouds:
Ah, hungry mouths all around, me unmoved,
Who shall I scare should they die, me in shroud?
Me, mute in a sprout-less field in hope sowed,
Me, without my winged friends, crying aloud!
Thine duty ‘tis to do, make thine self proud,
Someone is there to worry for the crowd.
This little scare-crow is split apart on the call of duty on one
hand and heart-felt concern about his winged friends, against
whose very interest he has to work. He is concerned about the
clear, cloudless skies. If it does not rain what his friends would
do? And with no crop, if it should not rain, what will he guard,
and against whom? He is lost amid these sentiments, and a
voice comes from afar, telling him, his duty is to do his job,
never to worry about the outcome. For, there is someone else
who has volunteered to worry.
The scare crow’s single-minded worry about his avian friends
is expressed here through all the fourteen lines ending in a
- Sonnets | 09.04.11 |
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