on the terrace


a family of four sits on the terrace, eating

roasted corn—their murmurs indistinct but ardent.


the wind carries snippets of conversations,

words reach me in fragments: virus, death, world.


the world has given us too much to bear—

but autumn is here at last:


the flowers from the earthen pots wilt,

their leaves slowly fall, like dead bodies


from the sky into this morgue-like world.

oblivious to the falling flowers & rising deaths,


the family goes on eating. And i—their hard-

hearted neighbor—watch and smirk and forget.

Poetry by bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-02 at 08:43

Tags Family  Life  Crisis 

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The scene is sharply drawn; the poet is alert; the language impeccably suited to the theme.