Migratory Birds Lie Dead Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

While crossing over
the vast expanse
of the ocean, spanning
thousands of miles,
in a sudden
cyclonic hailstorm
the migratory birds
lie dead innumerable.

Eyes opened still and blank
at the stormy dark sky.
They didn't know that
the gust of wind
become a great destroyer
perpetrating
such devastation.

They can't fly again
to reach their sweet homes
in the Arctic region.
THey won't rise again
to fondle their babes
in the cosy nests.

The sky looks fractured
and the waves,
turbulent and wild.
They lie dead
and float in thousands.
Is it the finale?
Is it an epilogue?
A silent message
of the catastrophe
created by the
green house effect,
the ultimate
environmental disaster.