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A Bird Has Just Commenced Its Flight

[ Prologue ]

This is my preface poem of my first collection of poems in 1990.
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A Bird -
has just commenced its flight
amidst milky cloud herds
in the blue heavens!

So long-
years upon years-
in the dense jungles of its 'mind'
perching on the topmost branches
of its 'intellect'..
combing its wings of 'poesy'
in the warmth of sweet 'solitude'-

Feasting on every bit of
horizon's holy 'delights'
and greener plains' finest 'ecstasies'
and harvesting its crops of 'fantasies'-

With dreamy eyes inhaling deep
the unpretentious and unceremonious
dripping of droplets of 'time'-

Crumbling dejected in its 'failures'-
waning weak in its crazy 'longings'-

Inconsolably weeping and sobbing
in inexorable 'miseries'-

Recreating itself again and again
to totter on lean bones of 'hope'-
swaying its mind to the moods of 'fate'-

To the sturdy ropes of 'hours'
fastening the yoke of
the fleet-footed steeds of 'seconds'
cracking the whip of gentle 'minutes'
it has piloted the heavy-wheeled chariot of 'years'
on the dusty roads of eventful 'past'! -

Perceiving realistically things as they are,
torturing not its torrent of words
into the tight crevices of grinding grammar,
allowing them to glitter in the brilliance
of natural emotions, emitting 'freedom',
it has begun its music of melodies!

This bird's heart and tongue suffer not
from disharmony of pitches and tunes;
it does not wear any falsifying masks;
also no sermonizing in its themes, sure-

'Nature' is its 'heart';
'Love' is its 'breath';

Spreading its broad wings of 'poesy'
gracefully it circles
higher and higher up in bliss
in the ethereal blue-

Fully aware it is of numerous hunting looks
stretching bow strings to their ears
aiming sharply its dancing wings-

Yes, its melody is yet another variety,
may be a different shade-

Imagine how monotonous would it be
if birds of diifferent feathers
warble the same song in same tune?
will not the 'sun' run helter-skelter?

Since it wanders
on the highways of the 'universe'
it may spray the pollens of 'star-flowers'
in gentle and soft drizzles-

The intention of its singing is only
to experience the exquisite thrill
of vibrations it would generate
on sympathetic heart strings
of a dear distant bird, far far away
on a mammoth time and distance scale-

It is for that identical heart
that bravely fights against
the currents of the valiant 'past'
in its deep longing to link this 'mind'
I await here broadcasting my 'soul'!

Yes-
in the groves of 'universe'
amidst dense growth of 'cloud plants'
in the moon-lamp's light
gathering myriad 'star flowers'
stringing all into a sparkling garland
at the shore of 'aeons'
facing the lapping 'time seas'
I await you, o my bird, o my 'sun',
with welcome songs spilling into 'future'!

poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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