Wandering alone in dusk, in a forest
I came down from my horse for a rest
Gently I laid my tired body under a tree.
My head resting on its trunk, my steed grazing free.
Suddenly I noticed some movement beside me
I turned my face for a closer look
I saw a heap of ash stirring mysteriously
In front of my eyes it started to change.
I jolted up to sit straight and stare
It took the form of a golden bird
A golden bird with wings of fire
Deep mysterious black eyes.
Gently it flew and sat up on a branch
And addressed to me in human tongue,
“I rebuild myself from my own ashes
So should you my friend!”
8.07.09, Garia, Kolkata