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!
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