' The Leap ' Poem by Purvesh khamankar

A songless bird with knotted words,
Crying amongst the merry folk,
Yearned for a touch, a tiny smile,
The love of which spreads mile and mile.




Its forlorn eyes filled and empty,
Gazed nothing for none was seen,
Its buckled wings drooped with shame,
The one for which he shouldnt be blame.




A tawny string wrung its feet,
It thrashed and cried and begged and lied,
But those ruby heart never once stir,
The site of which bleached the bird bleached it forever of the fear.




And thus in its last days the bird laughed hard and cold,
Its now narrow eyes bright with pride and far from old,
The ancient sky smiled, the bird has touched him deep,
Though dead it lay on ground, that one was giant leap.




-P.S.K