Poetry

Tilted Window

Lend me a piece from blue sky

Where avians freely fly high,

In my backyard I may implant

As weedy growth ravaged rampant;

Suggesting others to remain closet

Malicious breeze flowing intermittent

In suppressed tone fellows whisper

As if life shaken on muzzy fear.

Let me lay green plants on my terrace

For nestlings to seek affectionate solace Any fungal hostility rein elsewhere,

My space abhor infringed predator.

Now looking through my tilted window

No fear to face any hysterical shadow.

                                                                                      ~ Shyamal Mukhopadhay

                                                                                   Nagpur, India

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