Alas! Slowly disappearing Summer?
A weather bird seeks a secured nest
to lay her eggs and the offspring
definitely fly before the next summer?
While whistling the old man peeps
through his shattered window
And he counts like childhood days
How many summers
that he could fly
with his darned wings?
[As outward beauty disappears one must hope it goes in! ]-Tennessee Williams
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The Eggs Of The Blue Bird On The Nest
the blue bird
takes care of its nest
all the white eggs
warm beneath its feathers
all those nights
and even cold days
and then when the eggs hatch
the fledgelings
prematurely spread their wings
fall off from the branch
where the nest hangs
on the following morning
you see the ants feasting on their flesh
ah! the blue bird sings again
readies itself for the rain
it escapes away from its sorrows
and flies away...far, far away
far, far away....
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Home & the Butterfly
I built my life with muddy bricks and a tin sheet for the roof,
My history teacher suggests the name; poverty
But it's weather-beaten knows everybody.
Am I heavy to carry on your soft wings?
If you prefer I could have join your pilgrimage
Leaving all my burdens aside
I was carrying since my childhood.
I see the outer world through my little window, nothing; but gloomy.
Only I hear the secret murmur of the souls.
Red ants on the window sill very busy and I heard a butterfly's crying.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
When you hum a love song at home
Look around and be careful,
If it's a new song,
Your beloved must be so inquisitive?
and she may sniffs any rare fragrance
comes out from your body.
She search your whereabouts
Peeps into your well creased trouser pockets
and your day to day activities.
Any changes in your lifestyle
and in your sound sleep
She tries to explore your sweet dreams.
Not only that she jumps to your rickety rib cage
and counts your fast heart beat too?
to my beloved in gratitude!
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Like a child growing into an adult?
This old tattered soul eagerly seeks
the boisterous childhood,
Playmates and unpopular grounds?
(And our powerful strokes not included
in the World record book and we're not recognized.)
Remember that soft ball when somebody throws
I hit with my cheaper bat not willow wood.
The ball goes into the forest like a jet
and it's really interested searching the ball
whole day there with mosquito bites
and we bring home the nettles?
If someone knows the real value of childhood
Who never dreams of adulthood
That full of cruelty and hardships?
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The Blue Tit's Nest
Some childhood memories with us seem to linger
And I recall when I was nine or so
Of seeing blue tit fly from hole in standing tree stump
One April day more than forty years ago.
I stood on tip toes and tried to look inside the tree stump
But all seemed dark in there I needed light
I hurried back home for to fetch a flash lamp
And what I saw a memorable sight.
A little nest of moss and hay and lined with feathers
And nine pale eggs with freckles brown to red
Laid by the little bird with yellow unders
Blue wings and tail and tiny blue cap on head.
I marvelled at this wondrous sight of Nature
How one small bird so many eggs could lay
The memory all those years has remained with me
And I still can picture what I see today.
I still can picture forty five years later
Nine speckled eggs in nest of moss and hay
Some things from childhood always remain with us
And from the memory never fade away.
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When a lost bird flies to your roost in the fog
'You are very familiar but I think that you have missed your particular nest.'
The kind bird said.
'Yes, I know my dear but my nest is no more as it's scattered by the Easterly winds.
And I think a lone bird never let me go away isn't it? ' The beautiful singing bird questioned.
'You are most welcome sweet but my nest is not strong enough for the two of us and I have little doubts about the coming hurricane.' The kind lone bird replied
'Let the wind blows and take us away but not alone, now we could start singing together from the place where you have stopped.' And she smiled.
* To Alison & Jerry..................!
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Quail's Nest
I wandered out one rainy day
And heard a bird with merry joys
Cry 'wet my foot' for half the way;
I stood and wondered at the noise,
When from my foot a bird did flee--
The rain flew bouncing from her breast
I wondered what the bird could be,
And almost trampled on her nest.
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a shepherd in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
He knew and said it was a quail's,
For he himself the nest had found,
Among the wheat and on the green,
When going on his daily round,
With eggs as many as fifteen.
Among the stranger birds they feed,
Their summer flight is short and low;
There's very few know where they breed,
And scarcely any where they go.
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A Raven cries near the Mulberry bush
I have flown all over the sky
And really dishearten
of the Freedom!
Do you have enough room
for me to caged?
Then the philanthropist replied;
'I have a caged bird a different color
And she wowed to stay forever,
If you're able to compromise her
Frankly telling you that I have no any fear? '
*Disco Queen Donna Summer dies at 63
and my deepest sympathy to her!
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Your Grandma is a flower
Each and every deep wrinkle of her sad face
Tells a bygone story about the beauty.
The petals about to fall in the weary Autumn
And the boisterous wind begins its activity.
You cannot hold the storm Grandma!
Let the petals scatter into any direction likewise
But the root of the tree still strong enough
To grab the scorching earth.
Smile as the early summer days
And it's a gift indeed to the offspring Grandma.
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The bereft Master's faithful feet
We never forget the bygone barefooted happy journeys on the fine grass.
As same as the painful marathons along the gravel roads.
Now it's very hard to bear up the terrible winter breeze peeps through your holey boots
And the darned woolen socks won't resists.
Anyway we realize the situation well than the others
And never betray you Boss!
*If there is a Thunderstorm blows from the Mediterranean Sea and an incessant Peace rain falls into the fierce fighting Gaza?
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Juanita
Your rails
Your thin
Your thin paper wings
Your thin paper wings
In the winddangling
Your sun
Fly high
Your window shattering
Your rails
Your thin
Your thin paper wings
Sugar boy
Sugar boy
Riding in
Riding in
Sugar box
Sugar boy
Handheld candle sugar boy
Your rails
Your thin
Your thin paper wings
Your thin paper wings
In the wind dangling
Your sun fly high
Your window shattered in the wind
Your coca cola sign
Rattling
Rattling
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Homeless trees gathering
Outside your window bootleg babies call to you and lie among the mosquitoes
That summers fever coming
Cats are gathering outside your window
Homeless trees
Bootleg babies calling to you
Lie among lie among the mosquitoes
Your rails
Your thin
Your thin paper wings
Get up in your sun fly high
Dangling dangling
Your window shattered in the wind
The sun on your coca cola sign
Your rails
Your thin
Paper wings
Paper wings
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Homeless trees gathering
Outside your window bootleg babies call to you and lie among the mosquitoes
That summers fever coming
Cats are gathering outside your window
Homeless trees
Bootleg babies calling to you
Lie among lie among the mosquitoes
Your rails
Your thin
Your thin paper wings
Get up in your sun fly high
Dangling dangling
Your window shattered in the wind
The sun on your coca cola sign
Your rails
Your thin
Paper wings
Paper wings
There is a sound on the other side of this wall
A bird is singing on the other side of this glass
Footsteps
Concealed
Silence is preserving a voice
Walking in the wind at the waters edge
Comes close to covering my rubber feet
Listening to the barbed wire hanging
There is a sound on the other side of this wall
A bird is singing on the other side of this glass
Footsteps
Concealed
Silence is preserving a voice
Silver chain
Thrown away
Broken wing
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Her straight face
I saw she's carrying a stainless steel cage
But none inside.
Oh! This homeless bird seeks a roost
Along this mysterious journey.
She's at the pedestrian crossing
With a white cane
And my white hope smudged instantly.
(As I know she never sees me the entire travel.)
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A Matter Of Decision
the black bird of loneliness
hovers over the window of the house
and stops to look at
our roof
we shoo it away
there is no place here
where it can build its own nest
we still wait for the bird of bounty
the one that brings us
the eggs of grace
the feathers of happiness
it is the only bird that we welcome here
as a matter of our own decision
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Sanction!
My tiny twitter bird
beside my heart
Sang little while ago?
This poor bird lover's cage is open
and never it closes.
I could accept you wholehearted
with a solid promise,
not flying to another cage
with a singsong?
for Stella the poetess!
[To err is human, to forgive divine.]-Alexander Pope
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When Sun Peeps
When sun peeps thru heaps of clouds
Lotuses blossoms with ray beams
East horizon echoes with bird chirpings
World awakens thru divine melodies
When sun peeps thru window
Dreams dissolved in the eyelid
Dew drops dances on the meadow
Morbid moods became placid!
When sun peeps thru curtain
Kissed the rosy cheeks of virgin
Raised the emotives of unknown origin
Created the beauty illumination
When sun peeps thru hut
Melted the life of rut
Created new life of gut
Transcends the life of hurt!
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Who Plucked This Man-Bird's Discoloured Feathers?
Salivate & cries!
Tetanus,
Hysterics,
hotchpotch & this hopeless bird
caged on the top?
Pejudical to see the faraway Horizon
and no tower of strength?
to my poet friend Pranab!
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Snow flowers bloom along the angry roads?
In the spring
I was like a string
Loosen the knot
from an old Bollard
in a Yacht Harbor?
As I walk along the angry roads
Still snow flowers bloom
in the Spring season?
I am so sorry
As no proper secured place in my heart-room for You!
Burning all over like an oven before the Autumn
Being an adult diagnosed with Depression!
[In 1950's my barefoot never cried? But now with all the comfortable shoes it's really painful the sole? ]
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Birds Nest
Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
collecting grains
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows not where: and
The nest gets barren,
Lonely...
The bird DOES NOT GRIEVE
OR DOES IT
We humans, we do not know.
Knock over
I feel embarrassed.
I have sailed almost fifteen years
but I never had a nostalgia as today.
If I can borrow a pair of old wings
from a friendly bird,
I promise you to give whatever you want.
I just want to fly home and come back
definitely I'll return your wings.
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Beautiful
There will be another Sun rise tomorrow.
Birds will fly all over the sky.
Look through your window, a butterfly is waiting.
And the rainbow peeps through the clouds.
River flows silently; not like Oceans.
Bees are humming; beloved!
Really this world is so beautiful without this dirty paper money
And some lives nasty people.
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