Seasonal Bird

When my heart reaches to touch you
You drop a piece of you in a smile,
From the fold of clouds that you travel!
And it's a snow or a rain,
Lot longer than a winter or a monsoon,
Until the birds of the season arrive,
And hatch their eggs and grow their babies,
And leave their breeding ground to migrate!

I have felt your feathers,
As you landed on my shoulder.
In this chirping of seasonal birds,
We grew our wings to fly.
When you sing like a cuckoo bird,
And me dance like a peacock,
A cloud is welcomed into our midst,
To rain a rain right in our flesh.

This torrential rhyme of river,
Has forever made us captive,
In a garden of heaven.
In it's streams that tilled and toiled,
In suffering, hope and desperation,
Flows relentlessly lasting love!