The bird song,
Notes tiny,
Form an uninterrupted
In the high-rises,
With shut-windows,
Humming A/c
In the curtained dark sepulchers
Where naked greed and surfeit sleep
Entwined and snoring,
Oblivious to the
Natural alarm,
That breaks out daily
Before five,
And echoes
On still mornings,
In the lonely urban spaces
In autumnal Madrid
The song beautiful
Carried by the gentle wind,
Wakes up
The old man
Still grieving dead wife,
While others have forgotten
Even the living,
The notes and their sweet
A balm to his soul crying;
The song also wakes up,
The baby-faced
In golden tinged sky;
The old man is re-assured
By them that he has
Survived another long night
Of insomnia and grief,
That won’t desert him—
As the others have done
Leaving him,
To drown daily
In the frothy sea
Of powerful memories,
Bridging present with past,
While the whistle of a
Passing train far-off,
Interrupts his reverie,
And marks the start
Of another empty day
And gaping life.

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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: For more details, please visit the website:

2 thoughts on “Alarm

  1. Sunil Sharma

    Your comments, Louis, are excellent meta-poetry. Thanks for continual appreciation like the first constant rains falling on the parched earth…a soul, still not atrophied.

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