Once, A beam of Love had crossed my heart
From The heart of a tiny life,
A tiny life of a Blackbird.
The Black window opened wide,
Next to my left,
In front of the sky;
To fly, to fly, to fly;
Towards the horizon where the earth and sky mingle,
Towards the Eternity,
Towards the Cloud of soft.
But, there, the roaring wind was showed her strength
The stormy cloud place to place;
To cover the Sun, to cover the Moon.
Black Cloud had melted through the dropping aqua.
The Sun was at its edge, covered by the blackness of sorrow.
The Blackbird spread its wings,
It began to fly.
Towards the sky.
The sky which covered with the Black cloud,
Covered with the Loud stormy wind.
Wind groaned, trees oscillated its leaves.
I felt numb.
My throat becomes cold.
My lips dry.
I gazed at its flying movements,
Peeped into the window.
I saw the bird fighting with the wind;
A spark crossed its heart, coming from the deep sky.
It was the thunderbolt.
My heart had also crossed with a pain of love,
My heart had lost of purity, innocence, and the beauty of nature.
This love comes from the tiny Blackbird; This lost takes me to the hollow cave; I, at last, find myself in a solitary confinement.
-SAJIA AFRIN 3/22/17