Silent Separation

Blue head and green wings,
A long beak to hold things.
Sitting on a long branch,
She was waiting for March.
A pair of black eyes were silently watching,
Her every single move,
Mesmerized by her astounding beauty.
The red feet walked towards her,
Scaling his tune, to match her groove.
In a croaked voice he said,
“Only a few days to endure,
Then the sun will shine breaking this raining spell.”
Together they waited for the monsoon to end.
Sharing their fears, they became close friends.
One day when they were sleeping on the big branch,
The intense orange rays fell on the river,
Making everything around them look better,
She seized the chance,
Flew hurriedly to collect the straws.
He sat there thinking, how to help her,
One by one the straw stack grew
To bring the best cotton from town, he flew,
Promising himself, that he will make her dream come true.
She kept building her nest with fervor.
Delighted by her progress,
She often broke into dancing,
On his favorite song.
The brown beauty was almost done
Its then, came the fierce storm.
Destroying everything she has built,
Leaving her hanging alone.
When the storm seized,
Shivering among the dead leaves
lay her soulless body.
A silence so strong,
A heart that mourned,
She felt so wronged,
By the one, she always longed.
A flying woodpecker noticed her wretched body,
Dragging the lifeless figure, to his tree.
He thought once she is well, he will set her free.
Little by little her injuries healed,
She started looking towards life with new zeal.
Thanking her saviour,
She bowed at his feet.
The crow saw the ceremony standing at the hole,
Making a silent exit, never explaining his role.

The idea for this poetry came to my mind when I saw this beautiful bird on my solo morning excursion to a lake.

Try to see the small bird with blue head

The bird was quite far from me and I didn’t have the bigger lens to capture its astounding beauty.