The Messenger Squirrel Poem by Sreekala Sivasankaran

The squirrel came today
Separated from the mother

Half dead in the hands of the playing cats
Memory of loss is no more a story

Someone has done the duty
Someone else the counseling

The three lines of the creature
So perfectly drawn

The furry curvy tail
So picturesque

Even in death
So firmly falling

Oh Rama,
Come and take a final look

The creature you painted so kindly
Lying buried underneath
The blade of grass which saved Sita

The abandoned love.


(From the collection, 'Dream of the Butterflies ' by Sreekala Sivasankaran)