the sunbird

by Carol Mascarenhas

Trills against cool wind circles

twirls and tiptoes

-long the sill curiously

           A hundred comforts glint by until a rushed farewell

                      Smile

my sunlit child.




Carol Mascarenhas lives in Mumbai. A poet by night, ‘Writer's blood’ is a shade of ink found more on her hands than paper. She is working to (re)discover what she's made of.

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