A bird flies up wearing invisible
shoes of air.
It soars high,
its ambition ambitionless.

A little higher
chunks of cotton cloud.
Far below towns and villages.

A lapse of a moment,
then the bird enters into
an idea,
then an ideology.

Then the clouds,
the sky.

The birds, the clouds,
the sky, the air
cease to be seen as
birds, clouds, sky
and air in their own colour,
but begin to live hazily in
ideas, ideologies,
and logic.

Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 14:57

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That was quite interesting !!I enjoyed readin it a alot!!Even your poem Book wasalso very nice !! Great Job!!

A truly enjoyable read! Especially the first stanza, which contains nice expressive surprises in every line.

And the second part made me think of Plato's allegory of the cave, somehow.