Little Black Bird
I wrote this poem for a bird that has become part of my evening walks. I believe that we both share some strange relationship. We try to solve unanswered mysteries of life and questions and insecurities about future.
Oh little black bird!
You arrive with the twilight
and always rest on this
old dry tree
despite the forest full of greens;
You sit here for a while
And keep on sinking in
whirlpool of thoughts
before going to your home;
The wrench in your heart
and scruples of your mind
your silent voice and
moment of solace;
Oh pensive bird
without a song!
Are you mourning about the things
You wished to do
but didn't?
Or is this the
moment of introspection
for you
to perceive the mysteries of life?
With the arrival of
eye kissing moon light
you make your flight
with the explanation of your
questions,
But you will come
tomorrow and forever
to this old dry tree
with the same questions
having different interpretation
As long as you keep on flying
in this endless blue sky.
Beautiful ❤️
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ReplyDeleteYes, I remember Eshu 💛
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