This Sadness May Save My Day

I have no knowledge about the order of the bird.
Probably a passerine, now in my yard,
searches for the exiguous morsels that may
save its day. It turns its head. Some acts turn you
into the child you were. You ran a bat against
the corrugated ray cast across the long noon
elongating the shadow of your loneliness.
Not that it was bad. I have no name for this bird.
Not that it is bad. I know this desiderium.
I never knew where and when I witnessed its birth.
This sadness may save my day.





Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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