Transformation
TransformationA bird flies up wearing invisible
shoes of air.
It soars high,
its ambition ambitionless.
A little higher
chunks of cotton cloud.
Far below towns and villages.
A lapse of a moment,
then the bird enters into
an idea,
then an ideology.
Then the clouds,
the sky.
The birds, the clouds,
the sky, the air
cease to be seen as
birds, clouds, sky
and air in their own colour,
but begin to live hazily in
ideas, ideologies,
philosophy
and logic.
Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 14:57
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