Bird of Prey

Grey wings come upon me..
arising, by the moment,
behind each bruised shoulder.

I perch
for better vantage
and observe intently, in wait
for blood-crazed behemoths to collide!

No room
or concessions for sentimentality
or dying wishes.. that
these fell beasts seem ever-ready
to trample underfoot! to
deprive the meek and
grow more their overflowing hoards.

I discern the lesser antagonist
and measure, for now,
how the enemy of an enemy is an instrument.

The Magic Man

Mr Banerjee _Edited

July 13.
It’s already
been
a month, and
today
is still…
your birthday.

   

You know…?

   

for a few
grey weeks,
I’ve been writing
for you.

   

   

   

I never
told you, but
I used to
think, when I
was little, that you
would be the grand nemesis
I would oppose
when I grew up.

   

But
somehow,
as I grew taller
midst the fall of our guardians,
you found
their secret..
and became
their last.

   

And
taught,
by your own example,
that human beings
are capable
of magic… of good… of change.

 

 

 

From Book IV