Under the gloomy dusk


The bird sat on a wall with a piece of stone 
Stitched in its tail as if her ghoulish mood 
To frighten all the time that closes her 
To embrace the embodied gestures of prey. 
The bird looks at agitating as if it starves 
to listen the whispering voice 
Whoever thinks to offer  the logistics 
The paddy, guava and like other hays 
She cannot throw her eyes to catch 
To have newness in the meadow 
Like glistening and watching the beams. 
The bird is the symbol of luster 
In newness and old unhappy messenger. 
She waits for justice whoever hates her 
To beat her starving debt day by day 
To snatch love and high risk 
In the green trees of life laden 
Seize all the time hereinafter for peace. 
The bird is like the quilt  and luxury 
Nobody likes her sitting on the wall 
She collects food for living 
And dancing alongside in the gentle bridge. 

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