காற்றில் பறக்கும் காகிதமாய் பறந்து உன்னிடம் வர ஆசை..... முட்கள்தைத்தாலும்... புழுதிகள் ஓட்டினாலும்.... கிழிந்து கசங்கி வரும் என்னை ஏற்க நீ இருக்கும்வரை..... உன்னிடம் வந்து சேர்வேன்... காகிதமாய் அல்ல... அன்ன பறவையாய்....
Dear Caide, That was an another lovely poem. I always liked that bird, remembered in Nala Dhamanyanthi story, still fancy that bird. From Wikipedia, regarding the bird: " The word is also used for a mythical or poetical bird with knowledge. In the Rig Veda, it is the bird which is able to separate Soma from water, when mixed; in later Indian literature, the bird separates milk from water when mixed.[1] In Indian philosophical literature, hamsa represents the individual soul or spirit (typified by the pure sunlight-white like color of a goose or swan), or the "Universal Soul or Supreme Spirit".[1]" Thanks for sharing, Vaidehi
yeah i like swans because it dies after its partner dies no idea whether its true or not but its one such beauty when it is in water
We have to believe. What exists today, might become history. Since we have records nowadays, people in later generation might believe it. Just because there were not any records before does not mean it did not exist or existed. So why bother about whether existed or not, as long as we like it and we can take the goodness or the advice it gives us.
