A hundred birds and their million flutters

I am privy to… everyday

from covert density of fears

they triumphantly soar to embrace the tallest

Is it just their firm belief or fervent desire

to excel each time

as they tear the vast expanse

I am yet to fathom and perceive

 

Am I a free bird

or, my soul is chained?”

do I act on my own volition…

or, things are ordained?

I own the body

and my soul is bequeathed?

like a puppet, I dance to the tunes of others

as if I have lost my own voice…

I don’t know why these quivers prod my cranium

these days

 

I have a feel…

I am a lesser mortal …denied of surge

not permitted to fly beyond the azure sky

and immerse in colors of rainbow

watch the opulence of verdant from above

this self-doubt swathes me in fear

drains me out of glee

tosses me in life’s placid waters

 

You, me, and everyone else goes through

this perpetual grind…I guess

to remain unruffled is not an easy act

extracts blood and pounds of flesh

to raise head like a proud mountain

aspire for things one loves to tune in

is denied often

but why?

even when the stage is yours

and the act too

hope some tweaks here some turns there

serve in favor

to elicit a suitable rejoinder.

 

                                                                 ~ Sujata Dash

                                                                   Bhubaneswar, India