The fall


Come fall, what if our house sheds its roof?
like helpless leaves, slaves of seasons.
Decay collecting underneath
naked sky piercing us with its raw hostility.

Should we rather be moths and caterpillars then
enjoying the delicacies of the decay?
Or the birds who roam in search of
a house they can call their own
for awhile.

Comments

Amrita said…
is this write up a coincidence, coz right now, we sure are birds, looking for a new house :)
Ajinkya said…
and have we found a lovely nest! :D :-*

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