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holding on…

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the thought of you

is like a rainbow in my life

holding on to it

through happiness and strife

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you went away

leaving a void

so hard to fill

i was destroyed

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without you in my life

i thought i would die

but i lived on

though often i would cry

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and as time went by

i cried less often

i knew you were up above

not lying in the coffin

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but when the days become dreary

and i start to lose hope

i think of you dad

 then i know i can cope

We are One.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”

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we were five 

when i was born

my family and me

to each other we were drawn

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a bit stubborn

like my mother

emotional like my dad

not like some other

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i look like my sisters

and behave like them too

we have a bond so strong

no one can construe

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and then i am like me

i have some thing of my own

it is unique no doubt

but together we make a home

The Crow Tribe.

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A beautiful memory of my childhood that haunts me even now. My father has me up in his arms and we are on the terrace of our house. On the adjacent terrace is a huge cement slab projecting outwards.On that slab there are around 20 to 30 crows. One crow out of them appeared to be the boss. As and when that crow jumped here and there all the other crows paid attention to him .Soon the leader crow flew and the others waited for him. Soon he came back and appeared to tell something to the others. Then one by one the other crows flew here and there as if going on some errands, assigned to them by the leader.

It was a beautiful memory, a vivid picture my father painted, that I can visualise even today. Just went on to make me believe that even birds have a world of their own.

It was much later I came to know that a group of crows is called a ”murder”

Also what my dad told me as a child, was actually true. It was quite possible that the group of crows was actually having a conference, because they are known to be among the world’s most intelligent animals.

Lovely, isn’t it!