MY BIRD FLEW AWAY
R. Y. DESHPANDE
My bird flew away
Like a song leaping from dream;
I could have learnt
From the dazzle of his wings
Of the mystery of the flight,
Of the joy of the upsoaring art;
I could have seen
With his two little eyes
The colours that lie behind 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 dream
My bird flew away
To a land of sunrise
Glimpsed at times across the day.