Malsawmi Jacob

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at the station
sweltering heat
milling crowd
engines roaring
...

Dark brown, with battered weather-beaten feathers,
he loves to perch on the railing at the building top
from his high seat surveying the world beneath him.
...

The morning's sky was clear
but soon became overcast
all the blue hidden away
like well-kept secrets.
...

The evening sun so softly shines
No more in glaring noonday heat;
‘Twill soon go down beyond our view
Its journey done, its work complete.
...

A strange languor has taken over
this moment between day and night
as colours fade from the sky and around
to muted gray that holds no promise.
...

The Best Poem Of Malsawmi Jacob

Flute Player

at the station
sweltering heat
milling crowd
engines roaring
loudspeakers blaring.

a soft sweet sound
bringing to mind
cool mountain breezes
green pine forests
rippling brooks
youthful dreams.

i searched
wading in the crowd
and found him
stark blind
gray haired
creased care worn face
a rupee coin in a bowl
making music
on a flute

tears stung my eyes

does one who gives such delight
get so little?

i gave him a note
and listened on
dreaming of
grassy hillsides
singing winds
dancing streams
and happier times.

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