the red bird’s plea

Long is the terrain of
    forgetting – it can’t be otherwise; if it were so
    rain would stain

Each corpuscle of longing
    & cries of mud would stare infinity cuspless –
    the rain prays & forgets

is it true that magnificence is at heart a red bird?
if so, I can fly with minimal contortion of limb

Is history a mumble,
  Or a tear   is it the

Broom or the hand? I have visitors from history: they are well-trodden, huge in
      Angst but low-fat
      I have townsfolk claiming to be history-ridden, but their angst
      Is fatty & sticks to mud –

2 comments on “the red bird’s plea

  1. Munira says:

    I read this out loud to Amu and she smiles and says, ‘interesting..’ ✌️👏

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