Cooper’s Hawk In Patio Olive Tree — Image by kenne
I wandered lonely as a bird,
from the dust of dreams I arose.
The sigh of desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of woes.
The music of love within me didn’t die,
floating in its cadence I soared in the sky.
— from I Wandered Lonely As A Bird by Subimal Sinha-Roy.
