a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Small children,little birds

They are bird brained and musical
Little birds with bird mouths of song.
Their songs went over our sky’s roof
In our night’s breeze and a morning
Of bird brains struggling with wind.

They have not put wind in pipes yet.
Their wind is yet to form from breeze.
But once a breeze begins it will end
In whoosh through gaps in window,
A light indistinguishable from wind.

An apple goes up and down an Adam
A circle of girl lips a mango’s cuckoo
A deaf bird marking the school time
A breeze shushing an old man pipal-
They were small children, little birds.

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