Free Not To Fly Poem by Saroj Padhi

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 keeps 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.