<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=522269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bird Has Just Commenced Its Flight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[ Prologue ]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is my preface poem of my first collection of poems in 1990.<br>-<br>A Bird -<br>has just commenced its flight<br>amidst milky cloud herds<br>in the blue heavens! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long-<br>years upon years-<br>in the dense jungles of its 'mind'<br>perching on the topmost branches <br>of its 'intellect'..<br>combing its wings of 'poesy'<br>in the warmth of sweet 'solitude'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feasting on every bit of<br>horizon's holy 'delights'<br>and greener plains' finest 'ecstasies'<br>and harvesting its crops of 'fantasies'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With dreamy eyes inhaling deep<br>the unpretentious and unceremonious<br>dripping of droplets of 'time'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crumbling dejected in its 'failures'-<br>waning weak in its crazy 'longings'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inconsolably weeping and sobbing<br>in inexorable 'miseries'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recreating itself again and again <br>to totter on lean bones of 'hope'-<br>swaying its mind to the moods of 'fate'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the sturdy ropes of 'hours'<br>fastening the yoke of <br>the fleet-footed steeds of 'seconds'<br>cracking the whip of gentle 'minutes'<br>it has piloted the heavy-wheeled chariot of 'years'<br>on the dusty roads of eventful 'past'! -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perceiving realistically things as they are, <br>torturing not its torrent of words<br>into the tight crevices of grinding grammar, <br>allowing them to glitter in the brilliance<br>of natural emotions, emitting 'freedom', <br>it has begun its music of melodies! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This bird's heart and tongue suffer not <br>from disharmony of pitches and tunes; <br>it does not wear any falsifying masks; <br>also no sermonizing in its themes, sure-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nature' is its 'heart'; <br>'Love' is its 'breath'; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spreading its broad wings of 'poesy'<br>gracefully it circles<br>higher and higher up in bliss<br>in the ethereal blue-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fully aware it is of numerous hunting looks<br>stretching bow strings to their ears<br>aiming sharply its dancing wings-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, its melody is yet another variety, <br>may be a different shade-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imagine how monotonous would it be<br>if birds of diifferent feathers<br>warble the same song in same tune? <br>will not the 'sun' run helter-skelter? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since it wanders <br>on the highways of the 'universe'<br>it may spray the pollens of 'star-flowers'<br>in gentle and soft drizzles-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The intention of its singing is only <br>to experience the exquisite thrill <br>of vibrations it would generate<br>on sympathetic heart strings <br>of a dear distant bird, far far away<br>on a mammoth time and distance scale-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is for that identical heart<br>that bravely fights against <br>the currents of the valiant 'past'<br>in its deep longing to link this 'mind'<br>I await here broadcasting my 'soul'! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes-<br>in the groves of 'universe'<br>amidst dense growth of 'cloud plants'<br>in the moon-lamp's light<br>gathering myriad 'star flowers'<br>stringing all into a sparkling garland<br>at the shore of 'aeons'<br>facing the lapping 'time seas'<br>I await you, o my bird, o my 'sun', <br>with welcome songs spilling into 'future'!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sundaram+Chandrakalaadhar">Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=522269" data-title="A Bird Has Just Commenced Its Flight de Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar" data-description="[ Prologue ] This is my preface poem of my first collection of poems in 1990. - A Bird - has just commenced its flight amidst milky cloud herds in the blue heavens! So long- years upon years- in the dense jungles of its 'mind' perching on the t..."></div> </div> </div>

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