The Bird Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
The Bird
The bird
I do not know
its name come
the world is his
it proclaim.
A dead lion
broke the convention
and roared
in nobodys jungle.
The bird whisper
come to me with honour.
I offer a cup of tea
and it flyaway.
I forget what
exchange of thought
was there their
with the bird
on the way.
The romance of nature! ! With the muse of a bird. Thanks for sharing.
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5/9/2024 8:33:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The bird whisper/come to me with honour/I offer a cup of tea/and it flyaway......so tender poetic expression! A beautiful poem.....10+++