Birds with clipped wings

Birds with clipped wings short poem

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A Clock ticking on over time
Was the first reminder
To pack the bags again.
That indiscreet hoot of the cab
Made it even worser.
Time to be on the roads again,
Leaving two frail souls to fend for themselves
Taking only tiny fragments of memories.
Stricken kittens in closed rooms,
Each thoughts, wreak havoc in an
Already strung up guilt-ridden heart..
Memories, indeed strange they are
The events they tug on too
Are of no help either.
Like the birds with clipped wings,
They too don’t fly away,
But limp around,
Only to come back to
Rip the heart again.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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J.rid
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Sad sad poem but I liked the way you described inner feelings

Nadeem Qazilbash
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Ironical, how we wish we could wipe our memories clean, yet without a memory who are we. Pain with no way out, a bird with clipped wings.

ammu sachariah
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beautifully written poem. I liked it. I would like to read some of your malayalam poems.Can I……

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