Three Visions Poem by Febini M Joseph

When I saw the melting fathers,
which resembled a candle
The unknown bird spread
it's huge wings to that
burning furnace
No alarming cries
No signs of pain
....
In my mango meadows
a girl was hanging
in a a red saree
The design on her pallu
resembled to something
I know
Her face reinstated...
death is not difficult
but living is!

...

When I approached my writing desk
I have noticed, Ink
is splattered everywhere
and a loud noise
was heard from behind
you moron!
stop writing and wash the plates
...

I felt I am merging
into the visions
that crossed my fanatic mind