Magic On Magic Poem by Upendra Majhi

where are we now?
too luxurious and indulgent to know.
The koel in Spring,
spreading its magic,
on colourful peepal,
magic on magic
but life going for a hideout from
intimidating truths, truths mostly in hibernation,
like thetiny bird seeking the shroud
in the branch,
Life stripped of its meaning,
even under a huge bright blue white sky,
we are here,
pushed from all corners,
all pockets, from all angles,
from all angular distances,
from all our gimmicks, from all our truthfulness even,
we are into this world of great escape,

at the end of this long run of purposeful living,
I find vacant eyes on face,
on familiar face,
trying to swing away the hard
monotony of realities,
into positions in the space,
as we seek refuge in poetry.