On a Bird 1
ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING
A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW
Shot with grape dark beauty
Perches behind my window –
My love-
Hops to tickle my heart
Skims my dream to chariot
Making me speechless
With her raw silent crop.
With a burr of arrow-tail
She darts through my ears;
Light as thistledown
She roller-skates my vision
Black as coal full of steam
She drives my horizon.
She has no mobile to cheep
Yet more mobile
Than time and speech
She wrights an ornate spot
Like an evening green..
A few minutes’ gaze
At that winged vibes
Holier high than years of youth
Scathed by fire of lips.
Copyright © Prafulla Sahu | Year Posted 2011
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