Poetry

True Calling

A gentle lull envelopes my being

as I inhale rain soaked earth

watch drops from heaven

come rushing gushing splashing

they dance like a mermaid

on river bed

on vistas of parched land

on big small puddles

and on sprawling arena of sand

 

A quaint longing

incites to spread  wings and fly

soar higher and touch the sky

the drama that ensues …tightens its grip

stealthily captivates my modest being

I slowly come to realize

freedom is my true calling

 

An effortless journey

from watching the raindrops pour

to mingling with downpour

hones strings of memories

relating to life’s prime

detailing  transitions in the game of life

where pain and pathos vacate stage

leave mirth and happiness

to rule and shine.

 

                                                      ~ Sujata Dash

                                                                                                                       Bhubaneswar, India

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