Birds have appeared to the earth
and singing the songs of their names again,
Morvick finds himself to be so successful
to be lost in freedom with the feathers;
that the birds involve with them.
I want to dance once again
and i want to tango again twice and thrice;
and can sense the new morning hymn
sung by them over and over again
and blending a melody of trance underneath my minds.
I need to take a tour with those birds,
by holding them into my embrace
with every possible tenderness i involve;
and my laps will get fulfilled
with the knock from that nature.
I watch children rejoicing the presence
of those birds satiate unto their innocence;
the frequent similarity comes to link together
and earning synchronized with a pleasure in plenty
and the absoluteness is created thus.
Though i know for the birds,
nature gave trees and humans made cages
and Morvick wants to stir at a hamlet;
where birds sit in humans’ laps
and not feeling the difference between shapes…
Rupésh van Morvick
morvick 