Formation
M Madathil Rajendran Nair
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As I strolled this summer morning
Coveys of birds flew far above me
In enchanting formation
Perhaps they were headed towards a water body
Far in the east
Where did they home in the west?
Why did they have to fly every morn?
Baffling questions begged answers
Were they the same birds
That flew yesterday?
Perhaps some of them are new
Some of yesterday had perished in the night
Yet they knew
Where they were heading to
Flapping their wings in rhythm
In perfect formation
A magnificent intelligence
A permeating presence
Gave the flock sense
Of direction and purpose
The mortal me stood in awe
On shaky ground below
A hyper-tense, diabetic hollow
That prided on too much information
Yet failed to impart its own organs proper formation
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