THE SACERDOTAL BIRD AND THE BURNING SUN

Author: Sohel Karim

                        


	There is a bird
	A sacerdotal bird,
	Crossing the ocean
	Alone.

	The bird is flying 
	Under the mysterious shadow
	Of white tumultuous cloud.

	The sun, blazing with eternal frustration
	Looks at the bird through the porous cloud
	And sighs-----
	And dissipates into his daydream 
	Of having a pair of golden wings.
	It would be exhilarating, radical.
	A flying sun, glowing with brilliance, 
	Dancing and moving
	From one galaxy to another,
	Consuming rocks, meteorites,
	Roasted flesh and blood, evaporated.

	The bird, the flying sacerdotal bird
	Oblivious into the slippery reverie 
	Of a beautiful aerie, warm with love
	And closeness of a soul mate.

	Through the narrow porthole
	Of my deserted cave
	I can see the mischievous smiles
	Gloating and sparkling
	From the dry lips of the blazing sun
	And the sacerdotal bird.