What is it that woke me this summer morn?
That subdued tint of ray
As it plays the sky
Still shy?
Nay… that sleepy, muted tint of blue
Is just a subtle story
Of the exuberant morning
Revealing its morning glory?
Detached, I had become
From the poetry of sound,
Only hearing a disharmony
Of a commotion all around.
But what about music the world forgot,
Of birds that hide between scarlet branches in shade?
Today it played….
I heard it again this dawn
As it sung in a teasing banter
An ensemble, a symphony of songs,
With a koel taking the lead,
In a cheeky repartee, back and forth,
Rending the air to resonate,
A rising pitch wistfully calling for rain or maybe
It's mate.
While I owned this space for a while,
There was a strain of another melody,
In a style
Of a lyrical parley, a songbird
Lilting, to catch a tune,
Throwing a challenge, it seems,
To the other birds rousing,
As the bashful sky
Suddenly comes alive with beams,
Silently winking through lacey leaves
And my heart takes a heave…….
How had I gone to this other world
Lost in a time,
Tied in discordant knots,
That had now ceased to rhyme,
Thinking there can be no other story but mine,
If only we would pause and listen,
Everything has a story to tell
And conflicting jangle on another day,
Would have jarred my mind in sounds of dismay
Of a city coming to life
In an incompatible noise of strident sour notes,
And a mind would have wondered……is there hope,
For I had forgotten that in this confusion,
There is a fusion
Of an opera that emanates from around and the bough,
And trees shake with songbirds elation singing now
Of communes and paradises that makes us whole,
Of a bird song's immortal soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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