Wednesday, November 25, 2009

wounded bird...

Oh fallen yesterdays,

I am searching for a bird,

Fluttered through your heart,

Have you sense the blazing tears

of My small singing bird?

Dear hushed springs,

Don’t you have my pretty bird,

Thrashing in your essence?

Loving mighty ocean,

Tell me,

Have you received the

Bleeding globule of ma wounded bird?

flew form my plot,

I need my bird back in ma garden,

And wanted it to sing for me…

I am searching it…

But I could not…..

Beloved large petals of lotus,

Have you taken the withered,

Sooth feathers of my bird,

Some one tell me,

Where my bird is….

I need it to my paradise….

1 comment:

  1. Your singing bird will come samayamakumbol.Don't worry about that...