RESCUE

A lone leaf falls on the river below

A mynah bird praises the dawn

Life clutters in dismal agony

Stifling the last semblance of a song

Sung eternally well

By creatures unknown and prayed to

To forms well known and adjusted

Birds in a nest shift together unnecessarily

Bringing with it new beams of resurrection

For birds always come to the rescue

At the brink of dawn

TOSHAM