the bird on the window sil

the bird on the window sil

A Poem by poddar kushal

The bird

 

A bird sat on the windowsill

And saw,

We are running after metals and papers.

A bird never understood.

It flew to eat a nice juicy maggot.

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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One man's treasure is another bird's trash

Posted 16 Years Ago


Simple & nice...
To me is has some philosophical views...

The bird is some other reality of an other nation among the human race, the bird came to an other nation's windowsill (The Gates Of It's Land)... and found that nation busy, running behind Metal & Papers (The Wealth, And writing it's own historical science to keep it for the coming generation)...

So that bird flew away, looking for food and maggots (Seeking his own advantages on this plain)

Great writing dude...
Good Job, keep up the good stuff...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mmmm.... maggots! You are making me hungry. I recently wrote a maggot poem that I will not post for about 10 months. Oh, the glories of the maggot!

Save some metal and paper for me, please. Great write.

-Gabe


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This definitely has a dose of imagery with it. I can see the bird and I can see the maggot.

Interesting writing my Dear poddarkushal. :+)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is honest and beautiful. The snapshot in time is like a mediation. Fine work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Simple but profound. You remind me of my friend Dodinsky. I like this very much.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 1, 2008

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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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