Clipped-winged,
tongue-curried.
Vibrant, glossy, proud!
She would sing of memories of d r e a m s.
Dreams.
Semul seeds-
luminescent, silken, weightless, floating
here, there, everywhere; staying
n o w h e r e.
Trapped.
Soft,
beautiful heart
behind cold bars,
in her sweet (curried-tongue) voice
she would sing S e m u l d r e a m s.