The Dotted Lines Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Emotions are Birds in the open sky
Seldom prefer to move on dotted lines
Wings, if tied to the toes
Tone of crackle if clipped to a fixed note
Under the vexed vigilance of parsimony
The symphonic melody is lost
In the woods of dwindling Metaphors

Like a lame duck chasing the squint frog
Or a winged predator, limping amok
Like a tiger without tails, confined to the caves
Fantasizing the Agility of an open pasture
On Like the hoots of an owl on the broken boughs
Dreaming to draw semblance with the cuckoo
Amongst the sprawling gardens or grooves
Collecting and recollecting; yet, struck between
A bunch of far-fetched similes