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The Bird-Watchers

Reality is a drab-coloured bird, and we poets bird-watchers…

Photo by Jordan Spalding on Unsplash

They watch, wait, watch, wait for a flurry of flamboyant feathers, a flight, a flabbergasting screech, for a fleeting moment's wonder, a fizzy sense of novelty and exuberance.

They watch, wait, watch through glasses that close the distances; jaded souls, stifled yawns, they wait, to sight-see some mesmerizing avian to transport them to the greens, across the hills and valleys, to sunsets.

Reality is a drab-coloured bird, and we poets bird-watchers, looking through binoculars and stained glasses hoping for a glimpse at the rainbows in its feathers, to hark at the melodies in its blatant tones, to feel the silk in its rugged flesh and bones to blow in life-breath to its sleeping soul...

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Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling therapist, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut novel ‘Sandcastles’ was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication.

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