Echoes of a migrant bird
Oh my dear migrant birdie,
Have you crossed the hills so sturdy?
Tell me, what have you studied
Of all those migrant paths so hardy?
Hey, my dear buddy,
While crossing those mountains mighty,
We get tired and sweaty,
Yet we never stop our flight.
Oh my dear traveler bird,
Have you crossed the oceans wide?
Don’t you fear the towering tides?
Tell me more about the ride.
Yes, my dear cutie, the ride was very creepy.
My vision blurred in the midst.
I cried and tried, but my flock got missed.
Before nearing the shore, there were too many twists.
Oh my dear whirling beauty,
Having crossed countries thirty,
What scent has stayed within your mind?
What would you wish to smell again?
Hey, my dear dreaming dude,
there are umpteen scents that delight,
But one still lingers in my brain, and one I never wish to smell again,
It's the scent of blood from the fallen in war’s cruel fight.
Oh my dear migrant birds,
I love how you are whirling the world,
Upon hearing the catastrophes of many worlds,
Which is your favorite word?
Oh my dear favorite girl,
We whirl and twirl and curl,
Of all the words we hear and call,
I can say peace is the dearest of all.
April -17 - 2026
Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2026
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