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| Satbir Chadha |
The breeze that is rattling our fragile windows
Suddenly swishes louder
Through delicate rusty leaves
As they flounder but don’t yet fall
Will it go round the world
Till it swishes through the Neem of my city
And prance around the bougainvillea hedges
There, where it may then be spring
Flocks of birds turn the sky a turbulent grey
As I lie on the soft grass at the edge of Trout Lake
A congregation like no other
As they flap and flap in formation
Thousands of them together
Set out and take flight on cue
A long long journey
Annual migration
To warmer lands
My city too perhaps
On a seashore a group of children
Have begun a new leisure activity
It’s the time for turtle eggs to hatch
And so the kids sit around the beach
Alert
To tiny spouts in the soft sparkling sand
The marvel of birth of new life
As a tiny babe pops its head
Then
Climbling out of the shell, crawls into the sea
Safe
Guided by a universal melody
Guarded by the children who made it their purpose
To secure each tiny life, against monsters bent on stealing turtle eggs
Ah! The symphony of earth’s delicate balance
Balance of life and death
Death and rebirth
Birth and growth
New life
As the earth too rotates in rhyme with the melody of the universe
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