The Kite, The Morgue Man, The Scavenger, I Still Find You Doing The Job When All Else Have Turned Modern Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Kite, The Morgue Man, The Scavenger, I Still Find You Doing The Job When All Else Have Turned Modern
The kite
Flying over,
Circling and circling over
And to perch upon
Or pick
Near the municipal heap
Full of stench and foul
Still catch my eyes,
Fill the heart with joy
To see that someone still
Does the job
With much zest and spirit
When all the else have left
Or say care it not
For scavenging.
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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4/26/2024 4:25:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Whatever impresses your mind in the first instance, must be subjected to further investigation, said Goethe, .You have investigated the fallen kite, very well.