Birds

 

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Photo Credit: Deepak Amembal’s Magiceye

 

I become all feathers

My bones turn hollow

Hands wings

Lips

Beaks of Munias*

Throat

Holding songs

For you,

You alone,

My Muse

Whenever

You fold your wings

Alighting softly

On my palms

Looking at me

With your

Dudhraj** eyes

And promise me

To ‘fly me

To the moon’

 

 

*a kind of finch found in India

**Indian Paradise Flycatcher

 

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