From the Perspective of.. 'Roosting Birds'

By Nitya Krishnan

This is a poem that describes the harsh changes that Diwali can force onto roosting birds. It tries to contrast the before and after of the festival season.

when there is little light the world lives in grey filtering through the branches a cool breeze chasing away stale air leaves creak and rustle against each other fluttering like a thousand birds taking flight it is night it is roost

light strikes first a strobe, a lance, it strikes the trees and burns the leaves, the tree is aflame in colour wall of heat it rolls like a thundercloud, blistering and dense there is no moisture just the smoke and the burn there is a bomb there is a spark there is a clap of thunder and anvil falling on a marble floor it is night there is not rest there is only the inferno