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.
