Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Problematic Bird


Every morning a bird used to occupy

A tree branch close to my bedroom window

And play Beethoven’s symphony at her own will…

I could deaf ear the cock’s crow but not this melody-

I wanted to sleep few more minutes or sing like the bird,

But neither could I catch her nor could I learn her art…

So, one morning I kept an airgun under my pillow

And made a covert aim on the unaware target;

In seconds my morning crisis was solved!


When I unfolded the newspaper on tea,

Every bastard wants to know in this country:

Why rape is emerging as the only path to salvation?


- Anunoy Samanta

(Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 - 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge!)

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