Poetry YOUR SCARECROW by Madhab Chandra Jena published in The challenge Journal

YOUR SCARECROW

A series of painful mid-noon

passed away…

still I stand there below the open sky.

Protect your paddy crops and

many of your lost lands.

Laughing like before

As you wish

Inside a black hemisphere.

heading with a painted clay pot,

standing there,

year after year,

never tired never died

you can use or

you can throw

because I am your scarecrow

never tired never died.

standing here,

year after year.