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About This Poem
A Finnish Bird
She eagerly meanders
Along our disgusted ways.
She’s my uncle’s guest
With me as a guide.
Evening steps to the shore -
A flock of dusty children
Chases her on the rural road,
As the crows do a lone crane,
Then I spread out my wings.
Indian English and Finnish English –
Ideas flow on,
As though through the pebbles.
Risky balancing on a coconut tree,
Which had fallen down across a pond,
Shopping before the thorny eyes,
Moments warming with the stove
Etc. – all shine again
Through the moonlight in solitude.
It was neither a love ,
Nor a friendship,
But some unshaped vibes,
Sweeter than the shaped.
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