The Bird

The bird pecked my window,
singing his sweet song.
I eagerly ran to grab a pen,
to write down the lyrics.
It's long tail danced in the breeze.
I joined the bird singing and dancing to the song,
drowned in the music, forgetting the globe
The euphoric seconds..
To the hours of tranquility, flew away the bird..
parting the ink stains in my heart,
the permanent blots!

by Vishnupriya Das

Comments (4)

nature is a big canvass- observation is a great tool Use colorful ink to blot the stains in heart
beautiful poetry.simple and clear.
Delightfully poetic. Thanks
An absolutely marvelous poem, Vishnupriya. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing. Peace