The Bird
The Bird
Lifted his head
And sang
Songs of cunning censorship
Below him
Life wheeled on-
On wooden legs
Of conditioned conformity
His simple song changed register
Suddenly-
A model metaphor for stuttering society
The Bird lost patience
In the apathetic silence
Of organic hordes
Blunting the world's wild spaces
With mechanistic regularity
He flapped his wired wings
And flew off
In the direction of
Individual diversity
(17/09/2004)
Lifted his head
And sang
Songs of cunning censorship
Below him
Life wheeled on-
On wooden legs
Of conditioned conformity
His simple song changed register
Suddenly-
A model metaphor for stuttering society
The Bird lost patience
In the apathetic silence
Of organic hordes
Blunting the world's wild spaces
With mechanistic regularity
He flapped his wired wings
And flew off
In the direction of
Individual diversity
(17/09/2004)
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anil |
18:46 |
3 Comments:
Nice one, Anil! Wired wings...liked that!
This is good stuff Anil...really liked the part about life moving on wooden legs of conditioned conformity...
speckled_band: Thank you.
Nisha: Thank you...I like the same actually!
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