Looking up at an empty sky
Imagining clouds of different shapes;
A tree, branch and a featherless bird.
Seeing the featherless bird
Seated on the one leafless branch of that flowery tree,
You blamed the bird
For sitting on that one branch,
Leafless, green-less and powerless.
I blamed the tree for abandoning that one branch,
Leafless, green-less and flowerless.
All the hearts were lying machines
Victims of an intentional amnesia,
Forgetting that the bird was featherless,
To fly down to a leafy branch
Or rather disregarding the impotent feathers
Blaming it all on the tree and bird.
It was then when a new wind swiped,
The floating clouds further apart
Dismantling the tree, branch and bird,
I saw that the branch was thorn-less
To make it home for the featherless bird.
And you, in the wink of an eye
Started wiping the footprints on ground
Never to look back at a cloudless sky.
