Little children, small birds

They have not put wind in pipes yet.
Their wind is yet to form in breeze.
But once a breeze begins it will end
In whoosh through gaps in window,
A light indistinguishable from wind.

An apple goes up and down an Adam
A circle of girl lips is mango’s cuckoo
A deaf bird marking the school time
A breeze shushing an old man pipal-
They were small children, little birds.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s