Death Of A Crane - Poem by Manu Dash
It happened probably
in the year
Shashtri ji was our Prime Minister.
Returning exhausted from the school
on a summer afternoon
I saw an archer taking a short nap
under the shed of a roadside banyan tree.
A crow suddenly flew away
after dropping on his face.
Irritated the archer stood up
and found a white crane with unfurled wings
resting on the branch of the tree.
A professional archer
replies and retaliates by his archery only.
The innocent crane fell down
on the ground with a thud
for mistaken identity.
My breath choked for a while.
The archer picked up the dead crane
and walked away contentedly.
Often I wish
I was that archer
Carrying the imaginary dead body
Of my enemies.
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