Your Scarecrow Poem by Madhab Chandra Jena
Your Scarecrow
A series of painful mid-noon
passed away…
still I stand there below the open sky.
Protect your paddy crops and
many of your lost lands.
Laughing like before
As you wish
Inside a black hemisphere.
heading with a painted clay pot,
standing there,
year after year,
never tired never died
you can use or
you can throw
because I am your scarecrow
never tired never died.
standing here,
year after year.
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8/28/2026 9:01:59 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Madhab.