A Black Bird

C P Aboobaker

Life unrolls into a paper sheet
When I read poetry
As mere combination of words
I can't see the turns and twists hidden in life.
I am poet, yearning for understanding.
And I hope
When I tumbled into an abyss
With my blacks and whites,
With my blues and greens,
And with my yellow sparrows
And red, crimson twilights,
I was understood by a soul very near,
A black bird from the conference
That sang the songs of paradise;
She is dead and gone,
And now reborn far away from me
Into the planet beyond my reach
With a luster of unknown stars
And cool of unknown streams.
Forests have a sigh of the bygone bliss
And skies roam in winds
With the messages for the coming days

C P Aboobaker - C.P. ABOOBACKER, editor of thanalonline, belongs to Calicut in Kerala. His interests include writing, publishing poems, essays, and many more literary things. Latest writing is about Channels and Globalizations. He is a retired professor of history.

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