A View

The window does not open
to destiny
It opens
to the fatigued face
of an old sun
To dust and grass
A nameless path
Birds flying
with shards of sky
in their beaks
Two desperate eyes
on their way back home
A swarthy despondency overcomes me

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About sarita_Jenamani

Sarita Jenamani was born in Cuttack, India. She studied economics and business administration in Orissa and Vienna, published several books of poetry in Hindi and Oriya her mother tongue, she has also translated several poems (including Lorca, Paz, Rose Ausländer and other Austrian Poets). She is currently living and working in Vienna.

8 thoughts on “A View

  1. VijayNair

    An absolutely brilliant,succinct, piece of writing, capturing a mood with an economy of expression.


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