The nest on grass

 

After the storm retreats finally

Leaving behind a debris of life 

Having gleefully rung the death knell

With his ferociously gasping breath 

He vanishes like a child with a prank

Who rings the bell next door and hides,

The slumber of death is broken by now

She lurks out with her fatal design

And walks out with a merciless gait 

The nest that was woven with a dream

Upon the wooden shoulders with care

Now lies all shaken up with an alarm

Upon the grass beside the broken arm

That has crashed down resisting the gush

While the grass that kneeled below

Finds his residual breath in the calm

As she combs gently the fallen forehead

What is life for one is demise for other

From afar there is a hark of leaning scarecrow.

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