The Helpless
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Indira Renganathan
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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
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