UNDYING DREAM

There is a strange satisfaction

In holding on to a dream

Fallen like a wounded pigeon

Into a stifled stream ,

Bleeding, tumbling, splashing

Flying up to fall again

But striving all through in acute pain .

With its sheen gone

Look how it lingers on

Like a half-faded rainbow in the horizon

Where the concept of union

Assumes a new paradigm

In the trajectory of hunger ;

Taking on ancient defeats, repentant retreats

Moving us still higher,

Levitating the spirit to survive

In the face of battles, guns’ ceaseless rattles

In the long- drawn-out drive across the blue sea ;

At the fringe of which lies a haven of peace

In the heaving bosom of a crimson sky

Where suns and moons always die

Without any longing or remorse

But with a romance with the near and the nigh.

Comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi

01/12/14