Ye Birds On My Window Sill
written by: SmithaV
@SmithaVishwana4
I ask of ye birds
That visit me daily
Ye who I have fed every meal
O’er days, months and years
I plead with thee
Do me a favour, ye
And fly to yonder shore
Where my child hath gone
To make her name
Honour thy debt and carry my love
On your feathered wing
Perch upon her window sill-
She’ll know.
Go! Ye birds that chirp gaily
O’er my ledge; fly, hurry
To my child,
who waits forlorn
for a reminder
of home.
Smitha Vishwanath is a banker turned writer. She began her writing journey in 2016 through her blog. Thieving Magpies, Spillwords Press, Silverbirch Press, Borderless Journal, and Rebelle Society have published her poetry. In 2019, her poem, 'Omid' was nominated for Best of the Net and her poems, 'Do you have dreams?' and 'Forgotten' were given special mention in NaPoWriMo, 2021 and 2022, hosted by Maureen Thomson. In addition, she was awarded the Reuel International Prize for poetry by the online group TSL. In 2019, she co-authored a book of poetry, 'Roads- A journey with Verses', which received positive reviews. Smitha's writing is peppered with the lessons learned from the plethora of invaluable experiences that come from having lived in India, UAE and Iran, worked in a multi-cultural environment and travelled widely. She resides in Dhaka, Bangladesh, with her husband and two daughters. When she is not writing, you can find her painting, travelling, or sharing reviews of books she has read on Goodreads, Amazon, and her blog. Her debut novel 'Coming Home' was released on 24th March 2023 and is currently available through Amazon on Kindle and as paperback, in most countries.
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