The Blue Bird Poem by Prativa Dey
The Blue Bird
The blue bird
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Blue bird your right hand
Unless you open it,
Maybe if you fly
Forgetting leave,
Before you know the sky,
What's in some corner?
You know
You have to pay
Maybe not then
To come back
Even if you want, the mind will not help
To go back
Maybe that's how the mind is then
Will do
To be sad
Will be
The mind must forget
At the end of the horizon.
To know that unknown
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8/7/2025 5:27:38 AM # 1.0.0
Lovely poem. Good work indeed