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Mind is a unique bird

There is no way to get up and fly

By Ahamed ThousifPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
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Through whose eyes

Take care of yourself

of the thinking universe

In a small cage

With wet wings

A sitting bird

Whenever moisture accumulates

For birds that gain weight – no more

There is no way to get up and fly

And on the thin moisture that comes out

Throw mercilessly

Dries without streaks

By the wind of life

Longing

Proliferates from within

A leaky ascites

However

Most of the intermittent self-sufficiency

Appetizer at any time

Dithulla – wet chicken

Just a slap

In tracks that decay like senses

Melted, the bird

It is dried

Innate hunger

Even between the bird and the flight

The pickle descends

Water that grows as a servant

Scattered wings

A paddle

Wet and weightless again

A way to wander freely

In discovery

There is no time left

For that individual bird.

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Ahamed Thousif

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran7 months ago

    Lol, at the risk of sounding dumb, may I know what dithulla is? I loved your poem!

  • Manisha Dhalani7 months ago

    Beautiful!

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