The great fountain, and the ‘chatak pakshi’

I thought love was too much to ask for. Life tells me it may not be
found and yet it is the only thing to ask for. The magnetic north, the
lodestone.
We are bennu birds, birds-to-be with the grain of life and eternity in our beaks,
birds waiting open-mouthed for eternities for that single drop from the stars,
defined by thirst and poetry.

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