Wishes Poem by Golaka Acharya

As I start the semi brave
wishes get wings
the cello, the flute—all brighten;
I think so I am.

Once I planted a mango sapling
manured it, watered it
already a mango was in my mind.

My birth, like a dropp of a stone
on water
churn into and
death circles like waves around.

As waves mitigate
new ones arise
the note ends
the mango falls
the light sparkles
and I feel; I live.
I live in my wishes.
KESHDURAPAL; Odisha; India 11/01/2010