I opened my eyes to find the sun streaming in,
The calm of the morn, broken by the song of a bird.
I jumped up and watched her, fascinated,
The note, all but a sad melancholy.
Her breast displayed vivid patches
Of the seven-colored bridge,
Joining the heavens and this wonderful land,
Where one could view the splendors of nature’s gift.
Never before had I heard,
Such a voice, Oh! Such a song,
I stood there rooted to the spot,
Unable to fend off the glorious melody.
I watched wistfully,
As the bird flew off into the wide blue yonder,
And that made me realize
That distance only makes the heart grow fonder.
…now that you’re here
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An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at email@example.com to know more about him.