Eggy Poems

This is a triology of poems that revolves around the subject of an egg. The poems may sound nonsensical or rather whimsical but i am sure it will tickle some portion of the soul. I laid them some time ago, to be exact while i was a collegian. It had gathered dust over the years but not rotten i hope. SOOO here i present them to the reader to brood over...

LAYING AN EGG

Upon the castling cloud
laid the bird
an egg.

Down went the shell swishing and swishing
through the branchless skies,
until finally a thud and a splash.

The great Newton rubbed his eyes,
Waking up from his brown study,
Set out to probe the levity of the bird_
wasting her egg on his head.   

                                                       
                                         George Manjooran



HATCHING AN EGG

I saw a pregnant hen clucking around
a hospital to deliver
Where no stealthy hand would_
snatch away the issue for a price.

But often the ducklings follow_
the foster mother hen,
And the koel disowns her egg_
in the nest of the maternal crow.

Everywhere, everywhere I see_
cartons of eggs being mislaid,
and peopling the land with_
hens crowing at the nightfall, the sundown,
And ducks oblivious of their birthright_
to swim.
                                   
                                       George Manjooran

EATING AN EGG

Each time when eating an egg
I fear might chew upon a_
baby hen.

So I try to feel the little beaks,
legs and unfledged wings.
And when cleared of the_
biological doubt
I gulp the might-have-been-bird
along the gut.

Yet I feel the recapitulation of an_
abortive sin,
rising up to a sour_
heartburn.
                             
                            George Manjooran