The Curse Poem by Mohammad Saif

As twilight veils one side in sombre hue,
Dawn awakens, casts off night's residue.
Ere winter's sun emits golden rays bright,
She takes to flight, prepared for nature's fight.

To distant lands, where cherished love doth dwell,
Soars with grace, heart's desires to compel.
Her blushing wings unfurl with fervent zeal,
Soaring lofty pines, purpose she'll reveal.

Though sun may scorn, her ears pay no mind's heed,
Resolute gaze, she conquers doubt and greed.
The hapless bird, deemed foolish by sun's glare,
Teardrops glint, passion's fervour to declare.

Weary wings grow heavy as sun descends,
Steadfast she persists, her strength it transcends.
To reach the forest's edge ere night's dark shroud,
She hides, concealed, behind a bark, unbowed.

Her comrades seek her, voices filled with care,
Yet find no trace, her absence fills the air.
'Foolish bird, ' they sigh, judgments cast in vain,
Heedless of triumphs won in fearless reign.

Reluctant to depart, she stays flight's course,
Transformed from bird to maiden, mystic force.
By silent rock, she finds solace and peace,
Watching the beast, whose hunger seeks release.

From golden locks, a glowing flower retrieves,
The greedy beast devours, its hunger cleaves.
She shuts her eyes as sun ascends its throne,
The blue jay perched, in prayer she's gently sown.

The beast, transformed, reveals a form refined,
Seeking the flower, its presence left behind.
Lo, a vision captures his baffled view,
The blue jay, pale and cold, to him she flew.

On his shoulder, alights with tender grace,
Destinies twined, an eternal embrace.