I'Ll Fly Poem by Ujjwal Ghosh

From morn to eve



Tabors and trumpets around



Me, always sound;



My heart like a pen wears a nib.




But still newsvendor's cry



Strangles my rhythmic mutiny



Threatens my outflow, blushed with shy



Cuts their wings as they want to fly.




Bitter is palaver to me



And crying pall-bearer's cry in a poet's funeral,



My drooping spirits are but perennial,



In mazurka of madness they dances like a bee.




Life is but a maze



While living is a craze,



The asylum of dream is tightened with rope,



Properties are burnt, make me mope.



Enough lived I have



I'll fly breaking this cave.