Bird song

Aching, light longing,
rising from comfortable sleep –
tiptoe gladly to whispers of sunrise,

glowing moon behind grey,
wingspans fly silhouette -
shrieking colonies settle in treetops.

Roadside darkness is cast
huddled, homeless lies prone -
grey, cold witches cling soundless to night.

Clouds glow pink, sky grows light
golden moon takes her bow –
graceful plunge splashing distant horizon.

Unseen birds call out joy,
Nature’s midwifery -
as the sky pales in pain and in joy.

Hold your breath, raise your eyes -
cymbals crash silent skies
at the moment a new day is born.

Dhaka 2014



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