I sat by the casement yester-dusk
Sipping a warm frothy coffee,
I saw a fine bird in freedom flight
Proudly singing her best spring song
Amidst the darkling sky;
I sipped more and clung on to the flask
And the fleeting beauty thereof did win me a trophy—
I was colonized by love unbound that bright night.
Verily my eyes shifted from the humdrum throng;
I saw things many would only wonder why.
Not a question even I could ask.
Perhaps, I knew how things were meant to be—
The bird indeed had her pride
Of that I was certain, I couldn’t be wrong;
What? Am I in love at all? Sigh!!!