Bird
I see a bird about to fly,
Spreading its white wings to soar
High above everything else below,
Gliding in circles in the sky –
Going higher, higher than before
Until it is a distant speck
In the endless sea of blue day.
Now it flies down again and pauses
And as I watch it, soars away,
Until I can see it no more.
Maybe it has flown off to some place
I have never seen before.
But maybe, when it is exploring
That exciting, exotic land,
It will think of the city it flew over
Nestled in civilization’s hand.
Perhaps it will never know
That I am a part of that city
But I will remember the bird
That never paused to stay;
That distant, wandering dot,
Giving me food for thought –
Giving me something to dream about,
On a sleepy, sultry day.
Copyright © Priyanka Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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