night poem: xxi by indira babbellapati

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night poem: xxi

once it’s a bird
with clipped wings

at times it’s poised
for a flight to free
itself of the torment…

sometimes i see it
sitting on its haunches

at times finely poised
on its toes as a ballet dancer

it whirls and whirls
as the belly of a belly dancer

and smiles an infant’s
innocent smile…

i run frantically
as it sometimes
blows high arid winds

the times it bleeds
i see myself in its
damp dark sticky puddles

the nights
shape themselves into
several elusive patterns…

07may2008
14.05hrs

(a night poem written in stark scorching day light)

indira babbellapati

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Kesav Easwaran (5/13/2008 8:07:00 AM)
Nights are more visible in stark day light. I mean their elusiveness...and it is a blessing! For one need not see clipped bleeding wings attempting a flight futile into ones own heart...

Rehan Hyder (5/13/2008 5:03:00 AM)
at times finely poised
on its toes as a ballet dancer

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