Sipra's Diary (M.S -19th Jan 2019) Title (POEM ) Looking Back................CROW, mistery or messenger?

   The funeral party was over,

  The mourning party left

Me, alone, and an empty house.

  I woke up early before
  The chirping of morning birds 

  But lay on bed idly with eyes still closed;

  I heard the chatter of morning walkers--

  Louder than the chirping birds,

 The opening sounds of garage -shutter and shops,

  Horn of school pick-ups,

  Door-bell of milkman and newspaper,

  The smell of incense and blow of conch from the neighbour,

  Reminded me it was Thursday.

  I caught all nuances of  sound and smell

  Of which I was unaware for the last few weeks. 

   As I opened the door 

 Cool fresh air washed  my face;

 I saw the sun sweeping my balcony 

With soft morning glow;

Everything around the neighbourhood

   Was the same with no change! 

 Coming inside with a somewhat vacant mind 

I followed a habitual routine like a machine.  

 Sat in the balcony with morning tea;

No sooner a crow perched close to me

Outside the grill of the balcony.

I kept  on the grill a piece of toast

So that it left me alone

But it didn't touch the toast,

Instead sat fearless and indignant 

Until  I finished my tea. 

Next two-three days also it came,

I offered  biscuit which it took after

I finished my tea. Suddenly 

It flashed my mind

'Is it true that that deceased soul 

Revisit the abode as bird or pet?'

                                                                                                                                                                             One morning, to my fun I heard a call,'caw caw'

                                                       

 As if, asking 'why are you so late?'

Keeping the tray aside I took a biscuit 

While another crow joined the tea-party.
I was confused to decide
who was the husband crow?

  First time in my life I noticed 

This scavenger was not as  ugly as we think

Their bodies were  shiny and clean
 Eyes were like bright beads;

The  younger-thin one  must be female
I guessed as they didn't quarrel.

However, I divided biscuit  to both of them

The regular fat one declared, caw caw,"

Perhaps to mean, 'introduction is over, let us go!'

They picked up own share and flew away'.

 Gazing at their joyful parting I thought_

 How smart you are to pick up your partner 

  So soon in the other world too!!

                                                               

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