Once, A beam of Love had crossed my heart
From The heart of a tiny life,
A tiny life of a Blackbird.
And the day was a stormy one.
The Black window opened wide,
Next to my left,
In front of the sky; my heart wanted
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, to show her strength, she moved
The stormy cloud with black-and-white hues all over the blue sky;
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 was covered with the Black cloud,
Covered with the Loud stormy wind.
Wind groaned, trees oscillated its leaves.
I felt numb.
My hands become cold.
My throat was dry and lips swollen like dried autumn leaves.
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, I was trembling.
My heart lost its’ origin of purity, innocence, and the beauty of nature.
This love came once from the tiny Blackbird; This lost took me to the hollow cave;
I, at the end, find myself in a solitary confinement.
-SAJIA AFRIN 3/22/17