POETRY | MENTAL HEALTH | ON HANDLING GRIEF

Let Grief Be a Guest If It Can’t Leave

Free Verse

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I

Most of my evenings are average sort
of (one of those) that begin with
a leftover warmth of the sun and
which start to cool down.

II

As grief graces and glances
over my shoulder, I urge myself
to befriend nature - for the regularity
of it we so ignore - to see and hear
of more miracles, unique:

Like the squawking sounds of
dark-brown starlings with wings
of white markings…
in well-timed pauses.
Even from afar, they sound
quite harmonious: A harmony
which we, despite humanity,
fail to make known!

If I glare hard at a black-faced
yellow canary perching on thick-green
leaves of a tree near my window,
I see oodles of calmness in its posture:
A calm which we often lack!