The flight of the phoenix
Part7, past faces future
The bird comes here for crumbs.
The glory of past is
shimmering as the setting sun
lights the pinnacle of the old
temple, calm and serene.
The future is the bird
with changing habitats, routines
or its soft deception of trust
upon its killers, us.
We are sitting midst,
covered with timeless dust.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
In the ancient city of Khajuraho apart from the wonderful, superhuman carvings and erotic sculptures a small feature is its birds. Every morning I saw millions of parrots and cockatoos swarming in the sky. Still a sect lives by catching and selling birds, though law is now strict.
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Comments: 45
Fabulous writing as always, Poddar.
You are an awesome writer.
Thanks for sharing this with us.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
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Thanks.
Short, but super poem.
Thanks. (you did visit my Phoenix poem a while back, did you not?)
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 3,900 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)