Cemetery Of Dead Crops Poem by Prayag Saikia

Cemetery Of Dead Crops



A flock of birds
Scan the earth from the sky
Searching for ailing dead victuals.

On the earth
Lies a cemetery of dead crops.
Here death blooms as a sun
Radiates to the sky
News about the lives of starving flying birds.
Where doesn't life exist?
In the silent column of the Zarathustra of life too!
(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)

Monday, April 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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