The Scare-Crow And Avian Friends Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

With my voice suppressed, muted, bent and bowed,
Oh what will I all alone tell the crowd?
Me doing a job that makes no one proud—
Me scaring friends from a field sowed and ploughed.
The scare-crow stood there wide mouth, not allowed
To open up his heart, nor think aloud,
Worried of fellow birds, the avian crowd,
Seeing skies overhead, no single cloud,
Poor hungry mouths around would feel unloved,
With them dead, who shall I scare with this shroud?
This bare grey field with everyone's hope sowed,
And me so mute looking as if unmoved,
Oh what else I do but on job feel proud?
And hope He does His— worry for the crowd.
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A scare-crow is split apart on the call of duty on one hand, and heart-felt concern about his winged friends, against whose interest he has to work. He is worried about clear, cloudless skies. If it no more rains, what would his friends do? With no crop, what will he guard?He is lost amid these sentiments, but something tells him to do his job. And someone else shall do His. The scare-crow's single-minded worry about his avian friends is expressed here with all the fourteen lines taking one single rhyme.
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Sonnets | 05.04.11 |