Malsawmi Jacob Poems

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.
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The morning's sky was clear
but soon became overcast
all the blue hidden away
like well-kept secrets.
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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.
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at the station
sweltering heat
milling crowd
engines roaring
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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.
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