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A poem from my book " So I Used Gray and other poems" ( Published by Writers Workshop, Kolkata)
The flicker of her little heart
Or flutter of her fluffy
feather,
The dazzle of her quenched eyes
Or cravings to shoot free in
air,
And liberate her self from the
sighs
And fill her lungs below the
foliage
Oh! She has been long within the
cage,
So with golden string clutching
her claw
One day, atop the golden bar,
She was flown to dreamland afar.
“Go and see the world my dear
And perform the master's Raqs Sharqi* ,
Your lungs breathe the alien air
But your soul under his locks
and key
Within the solid walls of
piteous prison
Wriggling in rigours of strict discipline,
Be happy, be merry and woefully
gay
Deep within the Guantanamo Bay.”
Said her admirer, who soars free
Up above the Chatim tree.
Up and up he rises to hear
If at all he could catch her
trill,
If at all some fragmented tune
Overflows down the distant hill,
But alas, the crestfallen
admirer-
Hears dry wind, blowing down,
That sucks the blood from his
veins;
Crestfallen he plummets down in
pains
And picks up twigs with utmost zest
Hoping one day she returns to
his nest.
*Raqs Sharqi is
a classical belly dance of Egypt.
