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14 February, 2005

Fate Of The Alien

Fate Of The Alien

We three kids had this unspoken understanding
grown-up wisdom,
is all faff and froth.

During an orgy of painting watercolours at home
a sparrow
from a pecking cluster
across the road, flew right in
hit the ventilator
and fell in a faint....

We sprinkled
the multihued water
from the common tub
the poor bird
with a surprised jerk
fluttered back to life
limped across the caressing hands
and stumbled back into
the fold of gorging fiends
-who promptly
pecked it to death.

A house sparrow touched by human hands
invariably gets lynched
- the wisom dawned up on us,
a little late like a lazy and lost sun
during the raining season.

We abandoned painting
for a bout of Cricket.

(c) Max Babi Feb. 2005

Also read at the caferati 13th Feb. 05 readmeet.

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Blogger G Shrivastava said...

The fate of the sparrow reminded me of the position of the Diasporic people - diplaced into the new lands, theyy don't feel at home there, yet when they return "home" they are outsiders.

A simple poem that could be read and interpreted at so many levels, as we realised yesterday! Brilliant!

14 February, 2005 21:54  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Max--
Nice one...

Was looking forward to meeting you at the read meet, but I couldn't make it.

Any chance of meeting you before the next meet?

V

19 February, 2005 10:53  

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