As I dream always, someday, you forget to close the door
And I fly to the blue leaving comforts of the golden cage
Far behind
[author title=”Suhina Biswasmajumdar” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Suhina-Biswas-Kolkata-Bengal-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Suhina Biswasmajumdar is a writer from Kolkata, Bengal. A life-long devotee of Swami Vivekananda, Suhina is against any discrimination. Two significant life-forces propel her – ‘love’ and ‘writing’. Suhina’s book ‘Tumi’ (you) and Songs of Silence (A Journey to Love), are collections of her poetic thoughts.[/author]
The Whispering Beak
Each and every morning I wish
If I could I would disturb you
When you prepare bag for your son
And tiffin for your daughter
I look……
I look from the balcony where I’m supposed to…..
Supposed to behave unlike me –
Just the same way, you behave and play
Throughout your day
Why only day? … Months … years …. And
Perhaps the rest of your life like your mother, her mother and theirs
I look at your smiling face where sweat
Decorates whimsically
Plays with you like me…. disturb you
Unless you wipe those bubbles like your past and future
Successfully, may be casually,
Casually!
I don’t know casual means – is it careless or else?
Leave it. Let me enjoy your morning and my wish to disturb you….
In your forgiven-corners anyone has right to disturb you, anytime, by any means
I see, I watch, and I decide to disturb you So that you feel your forgotten face and mask
Make you feel free to dream to fly
As I dream always, someday, you forget to close the door
And I fly to the blue leaving comforts of the golden cage
Far behind,
I know I may not fly with my feeble wings
May then your society and vultures laugh
But try and try
Once before the final kiss of the deadly death
I give a try
A try to fly … fly …or
Soar…
Soar high … from where I dream to cross the horizon
Who cares if dreams lie!!!!!
Interval
They can’t cross the threshold
Or they don’t
Do they hesitate or fear or anything
Perhaps they don’t bother now nor even care to enter,
I know, I know their feelings, read their minds
Are they angry with me or…..
No, never, but I hurt them,
When I need to take their shelter, when I should share my feelings with them, when they’re ready to give my support
My vulnerability denies,
I rush to my friend and fiancé
I trust my folks and foes
I fail to break the chain of sins and suffering,
They watch, they wait, and they wish to turn
But then, I open my mind
From that prolonged hibernation…..
My fingers love to be with them
Once again, we’re going to draft….
Urgent dream project of us, future durable world!
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