Loving Bird Poem by Soubhagyabanta Maharana

Loving Bird
Soubhagyabanta Maharana

In the tranquil vastness of the sky
Emerge at once myriad blue ripples
To signify its primordial penchant.
However, the wounded bird
Despite its injured bleeding wings
Becomes obstinate to move skyward
Being averse to me
In sheer loneliness.

Oblivious of hunger and thirst
The bird of time
In the twinkle of an eye
To penetrate the mystery
Of the azure sky
Flies towards the dazzling sun.

The illusion of getting lost
Alone in the firmament
Has engrossed the bird deeply.
The elemental news
For loving the whole sky
Is known to the lovely bird
To pervade impetus in rare rapture.

Ah, my blithe bird
Now one among the tiny particles
Is often remembered
Leaving me alone in wilderness
In this barren soil of illusion
And grey mirage
Of my fatigued memory.

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