Canopy Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

A smudgy tree no grace and shape by the road-side
Coming and going common passer-by, street beggar,
Man of the street, fellow-traveller, villager, nomadic,
utterly destitute, young lady. lassie, old clumsy fellow...

None cast eye on that tree.

The poet standing far by the window
noticed the winkled leaves of the tree blazing...

The canopy of the sky caught fire.
The stars falling down like dead birds.