The high speed
It is the feline chase by the tom cat
that the otherwise sprightly sparrow
Speeds up to seek asylum on my window:
The spongy wings flutter, is it out of jittery
Panic or automated course of flight?
Combined both. Could be.
Now it slows down to peck the grains
Sprayed slender plastic bowl.
The High Speed of the water tanker
overtakes the heavy loaded auto –rickshaw
innocent children , a morning ritual to school,
a bunker slows it down, slimming the route.
Shaping their fate .
It is the high speed and manipulated
Connivance, your patrimony is seized,
God’s Boon is a methodical, slow Gift,
Consequences are His High speed Shift.
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