Will I die for the bird?
O psyche! Tell, tell!
This luxury, sweet dreams suffocate me
All seem futile and joyless hell.

So rude so stagnant all the things
In this earth!
Deeper and deeper I dive into water
Feeling no water, only dearth.

Who can die in such a love-spell?
This is happy ending,
All the time I hear sound of cricket in heart
Making me defeated bending.

The blue bird makes my universe
Evertuning, charming,
My ego, pride become helpless
Only love is beaming.

I am wounded with bird's scratch
Still love it,
Should I die or leave poetry
Or embrace beat?