Saturday, 8 April 2017

Nest



Yesterday evening, I saw birds at work.
Busy and happy, all celebrating their work.
As I lied down, just observing without a word.
Away, just with the birds, away from maddening crowd.

Married by nature,
Just with nature and seclusion,
In broad blessed light and perfect air
Recoiling from that foreign breath, to become sane

Developing lesser sensation
Like the birds, to what yesterday offered,
But knack building high up, that reputation
Higher in a taller tree, than the happy birds built.

Sadique.

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