The Feast Poem by manju prasannan pillai
The Feast
Crows feast their eyes
on him.
They smell death.
His thin body is curled into a fist
roads roll down like red carpets
cars whizz past.
people pass him by
with a curious glance
too busy to save a hungry life.
I am glad he died,
cried his mother
death must be like heaven,
so soothing.
The crows caw
in agreement.
MANJU PRASANNAN PILLAI
Beautiful write! The imagery of 'crow' gains importance in the kerala context. The title couldn't have been better. Thanks for sharing this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:40:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Let us hope the condition of children famished by poverty, especially in our country, improves. But for that to happen it is imperative that we all extend a helping hand. A touching poem indeed.10/10