Aflutter Poem by Saroj Padhi

AFLUTTER

Aflutter like the wings of a bird in mid-air
at dusk looking for some place
for a short roost for the night somewhere
but unable to land after miles of flight
over rough terrain, bald mountains and thorny fence,
hostile borders, clouds, smokes and forests dense,
poised at a height
from which hardly can it alight;
suspended like a dot in moonbeam;
dangling like an aerial root that sucks dew
sprayed from an unknown stream;
I wait for the right moment for a descent
into some nest
where for a few hours I can rest,
without torture of thoughts for the day
without congestion
caused by farmers' burning hay,
without reek of outraged blood
from thighs of a bleeding Moon
and without the shadows of death
trailing the Sun
that's rife with desire
as an eternal rainbow to bloom!

COPY RIGHT: @ SAROJ K. PADHI / 06.02.18