About A Bird Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

You may call it apotheosis -
the bird's ascent to the zenith.
I was observing its flutter,
and how it danced down
and sat quietly on the wire.

At the end of the day,
when the sun was all but set
and the sky was soaked in red,
up it went to drink the sunrays -
a great connoisseur!

It was an absolute delight
to see - how it went up
and came down.
It was the day of days
in the bird's life - I thought.

It is dusk now.
The bird must be in its nest.
Does it go to sleep immediately?
Or it feels the warmth of feather
that has retained the touch of rose?

The angel is somewhere in the nest,
in one of the trees - asleep in the dark,
quietly I think of the ascent
and then its descent to the mark.