Free movement is granted
From here, things get trickier
My static shadow starts moving now
Will run
Track all probabilities
To build a new state of choice
In search of evergreen forests,
In my humble abode
Unbeknownst to me
Someone would be writing
Love letters
Somewhere there could be
A disguised lover.
In the behest of time
I would drink sip by sip
Full cup of last breath
The tuneful musical score of life
Would be played for the ultimate passion
Engrossed in ascension and ascension
Silent night would get deeper
And moon will be waning.
There flashes
A glint of light
Here starts the ethereal flight
Ache and sorrow
Pain and despair
Will bloom the celestial flower.
Unaware of last night’s decision
Birds would be frantic
Looking for dawn’s misspelled address
Chirping on the window sill
Staring at the empty bird feeder.
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© ® Rashmi Mohapatra
Rashmi's Poetry Journal 