I sometimes wonder
How crows –
Dark rishis
Perched on
Cawing, unruly branches-
Look down
With an air
Of benevolent contempt –

Ignoring the fountain
Of abuse
Spouting from
The jugular traffic
And the bone
Crushing stampede
Of sense
From nine to five.

Only a stray,
Rounded, saliva – polished,
Messenger of death
Destroys their poise
Discolours their
Bewildered hermitage

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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