Kishore Natu


The Last Moment - Poem by Kishore Natu

Perched on the top of tree, I look around,
I look around to see for 'a wet eye'
What I see,
Everyone watching the hunter & waiting for,
'When he shoots me down'
I watch him as well- preparing to shoot,
Meticulously taking out an arrow, putting on a bow,
pulling the string & looking straight in my eye
I see no aversion in his eyes,
he is just doing his duty to feed his family,
unaware that someone is getting ready to shoot him as well
I see arrow rushing towards me &
from the corner of my eye, Do I see,
a dropp of tear rolling down from the eye of my beloved wife?
Oh! I don't want to die anymore, but
It's just too late!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 5, 2010


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