Thursday 16 April 2020

I can still hear the birds



When I hear the birds you know it is going to be allright
It's my blanket, my safety
The twitters and calls
The flight, the spread of wings, the swoosh
Break everything else but this I always find
The night of venom, it shall surely pass?
The birds are still hanging on the branches, I can still smell the grass.


Copyright Kavita Trivedi, Polestar - A collection of poems
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1 comment:

  1. kavita16 April 2020 at 12:28

    I went for a run on a dirt road, after weeks of self isolation due to Covid 19. I heard the birds then, and that was reassurance. Nature is intact , for now.

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