May
15
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Tue, 05/15/2018 - 21:43 IST
The birds fly homeward.
The light of the fading sun,
cast,
like a lover’s goodbye,
on their backs.
Their flocks,
seem replete, with confidence.
How do they know?
I wish I could ask of them,
the way, back home.