If I were a Bird
Houses below me
Rooftops my perches
Clouds majestically tinged
With gold silver and rose
Delirious canopy of dreams
My soft worlds enclose.
Towards the wild west I fly
Always from sacred east I cry
My shrill shriek of triumphal joyful love
I am alive!
The earth bends me to its proper will
Magnet understudies my eccentric wings
Of freedom's flurry
To patterns primeval
Flight predestined.
Still I cry raucous and ravenous
Forevermore hungering
For flight to new territories
Seen from solitaire bird eyes.
I am Here,
Now,
Time's harbinger
To sail dreams for you
So earthbound, so pensive
Mulling on distant dreams
Too heavy eyed.
I'm fire bird and phoenix
I am owl wise and beatific
Serenity's dove...
The beautiful messenger
Of peace offerings
Dove from heaven's cote
I swoop I fly I glide
Thy olive branches
To bring
I'm spring time cuckoo
nocturnal nightingale
At daybreak or evening's heartache
Thy soul to singe.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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