If I Can Read The Bird- - Poem by Deb Panda
Under this stately bright festival-
Of your memories, awake with moon,
When hustle of days are silenced-
In your august arrival, spotless with night!
And my dormant beats in awe!
Runs through this immortal line-
With resilient chirping, around
Pacify! Sleep in rejoice away from pain!
I travel, with this wave rising-
Upon my heart; if I can read
The bird, disappearing into crystal fountain
His faith to eternity; upon stormy ride!
Slow and opaque, night pass by-
Sleeplessly, at this invitation of lamps,
For morning brings my dreams, wide awake
To see you smile, with delighted drops!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
This was written, when I did not sleep on 15th...a beautiful starry sky that day, far visible lamps of life...and my endless struggle to hold to my beats...
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