Shivapriya Surve

The Magpie

As I try to devour your words,
absorb and glean,
often I hear you irate and scream....
The chill throttles the grotesque magpie
that perching despairs, yet refuses to fly....
You caress, fleece or ruffle its feathers,
the magpie is born for uncouth weathers,
Threatened, yet not uttering a threat,
it's ready to perish,

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