Dreamt Osprey

By my dear Friend
Abdullah Bulbul

I see dreaming an Osprey-
Suddenly it becomes looking as spring’s sky,
Lucid, fluent and happy humble bee,
Condors are the inspiration of it’s flying,
Drowsiness footsteps of rain in rose garden,
Enamor tidal of River,
Whispering Magpie Robin besides my house yard.
It’s an Osprey-
Wealthier waist of Alps,
Forever mystery of eavesdropping Sphinx in the Sahara.
Divinely boat from humanity to deity,
It’s an ancient hugs, transformed minstrel,
Buzzing of exhausted steamer in farest harbor,
As the dark eater through full moon.
It’s an Osprey,
The hymn of desired music,
Sweet swept fragrance of immersing tableland.
The clamor of fish eater bird on-
The ridge of creation.
Game of processional Dolphin.
Fearful exquisite of ‘SHAON’ River,
The sound of stoic bat wings at midnight,
It’s as an ancient nymph walking through heaven.
Like one bunch of forever free bird.
It’s a pace of unfettered slavery into my favorite freedom,
My dearest blood, which keep swimming-
In the sacred ferociousness of Osprey.
The Osprey, you are forever love of creation,
You are the thundering coracles in my soul.