Destiny
On the electric line
Sat the crows in a row
Some noisy
Some feeling low
Some one self pecked
Some flew away
As the sun set
They settled for the day.
One crow of the lot
Flew away from the rest
Sat on the line
Opposite to the first
No sooner had his foot
Touched the wire live
The spark that flew
Caused instant death
He hung upside down
More still than the rest
The Death on the line
Did, him invite to join?
What was the offer?
That, him turned
Life’s, scoffer?
Do we life, suffer
For death us ignores
Or are death and life puppets
And destiny the trap door?
Copyright © Sharmila Menon | Year Posted 2012
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