Free as
freedom of those swimming;
Who will not like birds? from poets
to potters and hunters to painters?
In my home garden crows and sparrows
Parrots occasional, swing on branches
Of tree tops; what more consolation
Than the melody of the observant,
Conversant
tapping you from your
concerns, cap less moods
tormenting you now and then;
the birds not only are décor on
my cloth line swinging having
a wholesome birds’ eye view,
also even in chirping you learn
a
language of unknown Vedas .
Light winged swim on the blue
God’s favored design, else
How man would have invented
Aircraft and concord
to come
Around the world. I wonder often
Why the wingless is in mad pursuit?
When the winged in salient zone
Carefree and higher and higher.
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