Being a Magpie

I crave for those explicit views of dawn

When sun would peep through the canopy and wink

The finest rays embracing the earth

And that moment would be spectral

Being kissed by them rises your spirits

“The spirits rose from the ashes”, they say

The chirruping magpies and their magical spell

One for sorrow and two for joy and so on

Even the cool breeze lifts you up

Everything seems vivid and youthful

The leaves dancing in their favourite steps

Wearing new colours of life

And the whole world becomes an open stage

Even the cuckoo keeps composing for you

The performers of real life

And the admirers of simplicity

Early mornings are a bliss

The hustle and bustle of life seems far away

A mountain of deep mystic love

Calling you to be in its arms, never to depart