The Bird Poem by Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100

The Bird

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A tree stands there.
What’s its name?
A bald tree stands there
birds come, sit, twitter
and go.
Some birds come everyday.
Are they the same?
Sometimes they are.

Years ago
a bird came; lovely one
sat, sang, swam and swung
touched me too.
The bird was my life.

Azure sky silhouette
looks grey nowadays
flowers loss their colour
air has no scent
when someone hunts a bird
I cry
Oh! they say
I am crying for the other.
Keshadurapal; 18/11/2010

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Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100
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