His arrow missed the target
On the day of Justice itself
Though he was worthy enough to
Point the stars neatly!
...
A BLEEDING BIRD
Anjali Sahoo
Next to the cross, beside a hot spring,
...
The Designer
by
anjali Sahoo
His arrow missed the target
On the day of Justice itself
Though he was worthy enough to
Point the stars neatly!
His dream disintegrated
Then and there!
He could not sleep at night!
Knocked many doors and windows
And pleaded for the pieces of his dream!
The ocean was engrossed in touching the blues
The dove was flying to a peace summit
Biting a memorandum by her beak
The horse was decorating himself
To gallop towards his owner's destination
The mountain was making a tryst with thunder
The life was inside a newly installed lift
The time was jotting down everything
In its eternal memoir
He swallowed his soul again to dream in deeds
To become the designer of his own destiny! !
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