Poet's Death

Early morning A kit of poet pigeons fly In pursuit of metaphors They turn around Swoyambhunath Releasing deep breathe out of anxiety, Facing noble eyes of that stupa They discuss something, Expel feces and glide towards An old monastery where A poet was writing poem, under its silhouette Abruptly the poet gets stormed by the kit of pigeons They furiously plucked Poet's eyes His nose His ears His tongue and His brain Accumulating all those organs They composed a beautiful poem And soared into the sky To recite in front of Gautam Buddha Those pigeons, Who assaulted and killed the poet, were the metaphors inside his own poem, suffocated for ages!