Bloody Bird
Bloody Bird
Everything till that moment
was a long dream...
That the bird sang to me,
flew to me,
that its breath crossed my nostrils,
A long awaited
much loved dream
In which its multi-coloured Plumes
Moved around my lips...
suddenly a cloud creeps
Into the skies of its vein..
It was June , I remember
A fiendish sleepy cloud
That could never shower
On its own, mercy...
Where have all the rainbows gone?
I had counted more than hundred
where has the bird gone?
There was a promise in its eyes...
One thing I saw for sure...
Its beak was red with my blood...
Radhika sanoj
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