How Would I... Poem by Indira Renganathan
How Would I...
It's exceeding an hour now.He's still crying
I looked out to know what was happening
Nothing and nobody else I saw.He's still crying
Unable to find the reason, unable to console
Alone and helpless to ask or stop him
Finding no way at all to help or console
I look awful now as much as he looks
It's exceeding an hour now.He's still crying
And now you've come to throw on me doubting eyes
As if I don't care..no, not so friend
We can not talk to each other..why?
How would I decipher a crow's cry friend..
He is still crying! Sometimes you know not why or how you can console. An intense poem, dear Ma'm
Thank you Geeta...even I am slowly getting used to the new PH...
Indira Ma'm, i am limping back slowly into this site after a gap of groping and searching. Happy to have found you.
Yes ma'am if the trust is broken once.. rebuilding on it seems impossible... very true words on relationship and bonfing principles. Thank-you ma'am
Nothing and nobody else I saw/He's still crying....here lies your keen sense of poetic observation! A prudent write with great philosophical intensity.....5 stars
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The poetess is awfully confused by the continuous cry of a crow. She wishes she could decipher it's language and could look into its distress. Such is her keenness in the nature and its intricacies. Marvellous poem its
Thank you dear poet...a few days back it really happened...a crow kept on crying for more than an hour...giving me the content of this poem...thanks again