Deluge*
VultureYou will be terrified of this delugeNot seasoned in fine weather.You will be daunted by this displayOf gaiety and indulgence.Were you a migratory birdThat sweeps over the mountainsTo learn about other climates,Places of abundance and mirth,You could have saved the shock.This is not your place, my dear,Fly off. Not here, not here.
VultureYou cannot terrify the lizardThat slithers out of its skin every year.You cannot gather the flavorOf smoke before fire.You can no longer linger overMatter that regenerates itself.Were you my friend in good and strife,Were you a travelling partner in life,You could have deservedA beautiful favour.
But no. Not here. Not here.
poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya: Deluge
first published in The Wagon Magazine, March 2016Original link
VultureYou will be terrified of this delugeNot seasoned in fine weather.You will be daunted by this displayOf gaiety and indulgence.Were you a migratory birdThat sweeps over the mountainsTo learn about other climates,Places of abundance and mirth,You could have saved the shock.This is not your place, my dear,Fly off. Not here, not here.
VultureYou cannot terrify the lizardThat slithers out of its skin every year.You cannot gather the flavorOf smoke before fire.You can no longer linger overMatter that regenerates itself.Were you my friend in good and strife,Were you a travelling partner in life,You could have deservedA beautiful favour.
But no. Not here. Not here.
poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya: Deluge
first published in The Wagon Magazine, March 2016Original link
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