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Nature's Missive

by K.S. Subramanian
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My balcony is a window to the eyeful.
As I sat to recoup my tired bones,
Soft dusk wind blowing across my face
I was awakened by Nature’s tones.           
Just a crumb of the unexplored scenario
that left a stunning, unrealized missive;
Shadows had rung the arrival of the dark.
Tired crows were searching for a grove
on swaying branches to rest their wings,
necking each other out in a hurry,
lest Nature leave them no niche to sleep,
their crowing subsiding in a jiffy. 
I was snapped out by a sobering thought,
Nature mimicking the human lot.


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