The flying Elephant - Zamir Osorov

It is not a Fan

But this poetry

Pretends to look like an Elephant.

I hope not in the shop of dishes,

It’s just a giant cloud-like formation

and weightless tissues

that covered for an instant some part of

Heaven,

Or others' extraordinary fantasies and mirages.

But it has brought some sendings and informations 

That maybe has been vital for people

Who have lived underneath and whose 

Eyes have been sharpened for details and polishing with them,

But who lost capacity for seeing the world globally

As might Elephant winding in the sky awkwardly

Who kept friendship with air castles catching dreamily

But also with typhoons and cyclones and UFOs

For meeting with them we must be firmly prepared. 

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Zamir Osorov (20th century) Kyrgyzstan

Source: Poetry Soup (with some revisions by B Levitan)