FREE NOT TO FLY

White butterflies fluttering around

 Dozing  creepers of the afternoon

Turn direction to dart below ,

Behind  cute yellow ones  flitting across

To hide behind bushes soon

Heedless to pursuits of promises made

 In the dawn of secret boon,

Of  siesta and fun, walk together and run ;

Coming to know that it’s the colour

That keep the male folk running

And it’s in their lot to be left with

Sheer sighing and swooning .

Sarees swing as they dry in open air

From ropes tied to necks of  shrinking trees

On the bank of the river that sinks still deeper

With little charm in the bank’s mythical breeze ;

Women very close, clip wings of fellow women

Men in garbs of saints act as more humane;

And Love admitted in Casualty ward

Suffers from intense malarial pain in brain

As news of terror- strikes and racial wars grips us

In every lane and bylane .

Copm. N copy right : saroj k. padhi

26/11/14