A Poem Salvaged From The Bin… Poem by indira babbellapati

That morning when the sun
Was in hurry to show his fury
I settled down on the sofa
My weary brow dripping
The humid weather outside
I had the bin emptied before me
And a crumpled piece of paper
Caught my blinking vision

“The tree reveals of the root-rot
Only when the leaves begin to fade
And the branches stand ready to fall
But still there come a bird or two
For a brief rest…

I give the roots all that I can to nourish
Unaware and unguarded…”

My eyes declined to go further
My sweat
My tears
Felt alike on my cheek…

The empty bin gawked

10sep2010
13.20hrs