THE SIMPLE Poem by P.P. Ramachandran

THE SIMPLE



Nothing more than a sweet cry
To say, I am here.

A dropped feather is all that
Says, I was here.

The warmth of brooding
Says, I will be here.

How do birds tell
Their lives with such brevity?

Thursday, March 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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