Drongos & I - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Drongos are not as brittle boned as me
Though my nightly poems have ceased to be
They’re still up in wings’ ceaseless flight
Feeding on insects buzzing in moonlight!
I love to call these birds night’s lone flame
Poems after poems love to write on them
A diurnal bird with nocturnal spree
Mocks my cessation of nightly poetry!
Drongos the revelers of nightly carnival
I hold them in envy think them rival
Never miss a moon these foragers of night
Their tireless wings hold the might of a knight!
I often wonder if they ever build a nest
Ever feel the urge for a soft cushioned rest
For I hear them sing in the most wee hours
When the dawn still bathes in dewy showers!
I wish my mind had the Drongo’s might
My poems flew like their wings featherlight
Poured out my words like the bird’s song
Overcoming sleep poems flowed nightlong!
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