The Helpless Poem by Indira Renganathan
The Helpless
That one-legged crow
Comes for his routine morsel
Right on time
Day by day
My empathy rises
For his missing other leg
Today
He is now here
On his tiny platform
I am in close
Watching
His one leg
Is restlessly shaky
My empathy rises
For his difficulty in standing
I ask 'is it painful? '
With no answer
He throws a
Look sideways and flies away
He has two wings
I return to my respite
Limping with a stick
I have no wings
While you lack the wings of a crow you take to the sky with your intellect and ability to lift others with your words!
Sometimes the subject of our compassion is in a better position than we are. What a clever write, Indira. To my favorites.
A beautiful and meaningful poem so brilliantly crafted and narrated.
As per Indian philosophy, birds are of a higher genus than humans. Nice observational poem on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/1/2024 10:17:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A meaningful write. Very nicely crafted. Thanks.