nisha g
[The momentary love, the momentary
happiness from it, it is something which leaves a heart to throb. One feels- it
is love- but
not. One feels- it is Joy- but
not. Every emotion elusive? 'Blue bird’ here
I've used is to symbolize this
elusive happiness ...]
In
the breeze, a bluish feather fell.
It
kissed a xanthic flower on it's face.
Her
yellow eyes, she lifted up to sky
Lo!
She saw a blue bird on a wet tree.
Somehow
she hid the puzzle in her eyes,
The
stranger when he smiled to her.
Secretly
he stared her through the night,
The
girl spoke not, but her silence did it.
A
single night blended their hearts tune
And
he shared his thoughts with the girl.
A
'platonic love' grew in a sweet mood
All
nature envied, even the broad sky…
He
watched her dance in the warm wind,
Her
fury on quarrels, the most he loved.
Ah!
Freezing winter snow cruelly came,
The
blue bird cried, "I have to part dear".
Next
dawn she saw her mate fly far…
She
watched it vanish in the fallow sky.
A
blue feather again fell in the breeze
But
skid away not to hurt her breast.
She
hardly did see the white snow cover it. . .
She
hardly did see the winter-apple blush…
