The Bird

I came all the way
the strong urge had its sway
to have another look at the bird
my bird…

On my last visit, I had a glimpse—
dotted, multicolored, long-tailed bird—
mesmerized, I fell in love with it
it became my bird…

My fancy took fantastic shapes
my dreams painted it in various drapes
my restlessness grew
my passion brew…

The bird did come to me
hopped onto my hand too
dipped its beak into my palm
fluttered its wings, soothing balm…

No doubt, I enjoyed its regal gait
it did everything to charm my wait
but somehow, I didn’t know that
it didn’t reach my heart…

Was it the same bird
my dreams had woven their tales around?

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