In The Light Of Birds - Poem by Dilip Chitre
In the light of birds the lunatic wakes from uncountable sleeps
His burning electric wires begin to glow
Birds sing in every forest of flesh and blood
The lunatic's fingers turn into strings in the outer silence
The darkness of half-asleep awareness roars through
The lunatic's widening arteries, it's another kind of
Waking-- and even total sleep is a frightening fire
It's compelled to burst out even while being awake.
The lunatic sees through his sun-paraphrasing eyes
That creates circles centred outside him
And unaccountable sleep awakens lightnings
To sing a vast lullaby in flesh and blood.
The lunatic watches a bird...half-closed like eyes...flying
And his eyes as they drown begin to chirp.
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