The Wind
{By Kirti R Nambiar}
The clouds eclipsed the sun,
And the final struggling ray was swallowed up in fluff
The sky remained an adamant grey
As the cold wind grew stronger with each passing minute
A lone bird cried out from afar
But we don’t speak its tongue, they said.
The winds got stronger, and the branches shook, as if in terror
As the tree across the lawn shed its final leaf
In submission to the angry gust
Some said they could feel the wind inside,
Could see it ruffling neat stacks of sheets,
As it threw a book open to an unknown page
“Oh, but we closed the windows” they said.
If only the bird could do the same
Before the wind flooded its lungs
And it must have hurt – oh so much, to breathe
To stay alive.
But they said they didn’t understand
That the cry was strange and foreign
That the bird wasn’t loud enough,
Wasn’t strong enough
And they wondered why the little bird lay dead on a bare tree.
~Kirti R Nambiar( Instagram: @kirtisnerdynook )