My bird flew away

Like a song leaping from dreams;

I could have learnt

From the dazzle of his wings

The mystery of the flight,

The joy of the upsoaring art;

I could have seen

With his two little eyes

The colours that lie beyond sight.

Like a rainbow that needs no cloud,

Like a harp that needs no strings,

I could have dreamt

Of stars that need no night;

I could have been,

O thou love so proud,

The lover that needs no heart.

Like a song leaping from dreams

My bird flew away

To a land of sunrise

Glimpsed at times across the day.

RY Deshpande

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