Crowing subsides

Damp still, sun’s rays trapped in the
womb of monsoon clouds,
As if the morning star was too
circumspect to break through
the sullen haze of uncertainty.
A flock of crows keep drilling
Into my unresponsive ears
their anxious search for
morning crumbs.
Blame them not; they need to see
the day ease out.
Yeah! Is the day done with
buying a sheaf of groceries,
craftily spun T-shirt,
relishing mouthfuls of
masala-laced dishes?
Or is it all to an existence
which begins in the dark….and ends there?
A query that peters out like
vaporous wispy clouds;
its hue changes before the
wink of an eye.
Uncertainty too is cloudy,
empties sooner than one can spot it.
Their crowing is down
to a satiated groan now. 
They or some have found their crumbs.

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About K.S.Subramanian

Published two volumes of poetry through the Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India titled Ragpickers and Treading on gnarled sand. My poem Dreams bagged the cash prize award from Asian Age, a reputed daily. Poems and short stories have appeared in several web sites of reputation and standing. Writing is a nourishing experience. Otherwise feel emaciated.

5 thoughts on “Crowing subsides

  1. Amita Paul

    A monsoon morning vignette , with some philosophical questions and some resigned reflections . The introduction of crows as characters in the narrative adds to its dramatic interest and provides a focal point for the poet’s thoughts.

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Uncertainty too is cloudy,
    empties sooner than one can spot it…
    The monsoon effects… with the frantic search for crumbs brings to minds many people’s frantic needs in such conditions…

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