A Lost Bird

A dull sound has slapped the environment, quiet,

That I was thoughtfully in,

Thus I paid attention,

Found, to my surprise, at the pane an unknown guest.

 

Yes, it was a bird from a far-away land,

Maybe in much pain,

Chose my address during the rain,

I kept looking at it not moving an inch, nor even my hand.

 

The sky might have painted it blue,

Perhaps it was the sea,

Scared it was yet stunning to see,

What its thoughts were, I had no clue.

 

The bird began to glance inside my room,

But the vindictive wind kept on conspiring,

By intentionally dragging,

Its careful attention to doom.

 

Much it had flown and skimmed many worlds in bliss and agony,

Had this drone of nature been here before, the bird?

I wish it had the power to have a word!

Oh! Gone it would be within seconds like thunderbolt, like history.

Reviews

[Surya pradha]

your poetry has a flow to it. another piece of exceptional poetry.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

So nice of you. Thanks a lot. :)

[Jessie MacDonald]

I enjoy your poetry. You have a very nice writing style. Also, you can picture in your mind exactly what you write.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your wonderful words. I am really delighted that you like my poetry. :)

[Jessie MacDonald]

Please keep writing so I can read more.