Freedom

Words, one by one
arrive on the empty page
like honored guests.
Ordered thought move
gracefully. (5)
Outside the window,
on the sill,
I see the figure of a bird,
sun on it feathers-
a brownish, medium-sized bird. (10)
I try to wave it away,
but it intrudes more stubbornly.
It has a quizzical look in its eye.
Ignoring its rude presence
I try to compose my lines, (15)
but I feel uneasy
being observed by a brownish, medium-sized bird
with sun on its feathers-

-Wimal Dissanayake