Whites in fingernails

When I was a child birds gave me ideas,
In their flights of rows, towards lakes
When they looked white and glistening
Against the autumn sky, my fingernails
Clawing the air rhythmically and lips
Calling them to infuse whites in nails.
Those days birds could drop their whites
Directly into/behind of our fingernails.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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