And The Scare-Crow Is Scared Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

What would befall birds, me not there?
Hope, they endure despite my dare.
Grass nor corns, what would locusts eat?
Worried ill, a scare-crow felt scared.
Trees no more green and fruits too rare,
What if grains for wings are not spared?
Their bruises might in due time heal,
I doubt if this famine-caused scare.
Fains would I know if it is fair—
Innocent wings to scare— not care.
Forest of feelings getting grey,
Would their love still be green as ere?
Hope, this mute life's blessed with courage,
Courage this famine time to bear.
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Musings | 9.10.2017 |