Spring In Sentence Poem by Chhavi Anupam

A tiny bird
chestnut coat,
crimson crest,
hops from branch to branch
of the almond tree
that sweeps into
my room
if the window remains open,

I also see
a patch of
blue sky,
calm,
clean,
quite,
luminescent
with the warm
soothing rays of the sun.

Wind blows,
I cannot see
but can hear
but can see the swinging leaves
of the almond,
….what are they celebrating?

I turn my back
on my bed
from the open window,
the silent shut TV
is the witness
of my agony,
my mother
is hopeful
that it shall
entice me to laugh
…..but I have
shut it up,
how happy
the peace is
without its
incessant clatter.

Disgusted
I turn
to rest straight,
but now I see
the blank ceiling
of my cell
high, distant, aloof.
If I look
constantly
I cannot escape
the feeling
that I am in a prison,
nay in a coffin.

Again I turn,
is it spring outside,
the leaves are glistening
flowers are sprouting.
the bees humming
on them,
but I am cold
on a colder bed,
chilling floor
and not otherwise
the stranger ceiling,
battling with
a terminal disease,

My mother
…avoids me,
she finds more comfort
in the company
of the stone gods,
who never speak,
but with renewed perseverance,
she goes
to them,
and ….prays
Alas! to the deaf beings!

I can do little
because I have been
sentenced to this
frame,
and my mother
has been sentenced
to suffer and serve this frame!

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