Treasure Island

SALINI NAIR

(kottayam)

Closed bird


I have more than I lift
Not the ego or prophesy
But to wink of my pedigree
Shriek for what past and meddle
I can plant more than deserve
I can pinch all that preserved
Not potential for this time
Tide may take me to some shore
Yet I can pass this tide
I will move in the search of coast
Not lament but the vigor
Bird natter inside a closed cage
But it’s a golden cage
Closed inside; so vividly
Not visible outside; nix to light
Covered the self
Though can fly high
What’s the use?
Small bird quack and fly freely
In that ego the golden bird expired silently! ! !

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014

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