Migration That Harmonized Poem by SALINI NAIR

Quite and amble its dusk
Halfway it’s dark
Heed some shriek strange
Noticed a crowd under the sky
Migrated for some reason

Moon lilt light to fly
Butterflies that bolt to fly
Sky took a lament shade
The crowd looks a dotted line
Sometimes a straight line or a bow

A faction that never break
Moves as plotted
In a haste
Migrated for some reason
May be for food, or shelter

I wonder why they don’t bag the food
They can rest; rest of time
Why get tired in this hot summer
I can’t fetch or break that line
It’s a harmony of migrated birds…

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