Hidden
In leaves of grime and grease
She blossoms her tunes
And livens our noons
With fragrance of jasmines at dawn
which tower over streets
Of asphalt and horns
And soars into clouds
With pollen on wings
That glitter in the twilight of dreams.
Holed into hours of targets and tasks
I search for her trail of feathers in haze
That light up my lamps at night.
15 comments:
Hello.
Visiting from The Poetry Pantry.
I like the imagery of this.
My favorite lines "She blossoms her tunes
And livens our noons
With fragrance of jasmines at dawn".
Thanks for sharing.
Imaginary Dreams
I too am visiting from The Poetry Pantry...The imagery is great...I can hear your little bird singing above all the noise...
This is incredibly beautiful to read and envision. Lovely work.
very fragrant poem
Appropriately, this piece sings!
I can hear the bird, Abin! So often what is truly beautiful remains out of view, but we hear it nonetheless.
Uniquely beautiful. Your imagery is wonderful here. There's a lot happening in this poem.
love birds and their singing.
wow.
elegant imagery.
wings That glitter in the twilight of dreams
... That no doubt help the imagination soar. :)
Beautiful lines...
Ah, a beautiful lyric about the birds that make you happy.
A bird in the country is just another bird. A bird singing in the city is a beautiful gift.
Beautifully done.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
reminded me of the 'bhorer doyel pakhi' in 'banglar mukh ami dekhiyachi'. simply awesome.
beautiful images.. these lines are lovely:
She blossoms her tunes
And livens our noons
With fragrance of jasmines at dawn
a rare foray into the decidedly romantic...perhaps a welcome respite from my poems of urban squalor.
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