Wings Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

Wings



Wings
Walking on wings of mirages on hot sand
in the repository of joys with demarcated lines
I felt jealous and captive at times.

Like a man squatting under a pontoon
with empty belly
but radiant with laughter of sparkling waves
of cosmic hopes gathered nearby a skeleton,
with infinite gloom in deep misery
terns to joy abandon music of soul
more animatedly dancing in cocktail parties
among inert limbs unfamiliar
with panicky smiles of chilly winters.

Strange joys fill a life alone
and eyes twinkle and see up
in a terrific explosion of tipsy mirth,
burning faggots in windy nights
and roasting balls of kneaded flour
to kill perennial hunger
mixing salt with slices of onion
sharing taste in disgust,
vacant fluttering of insects around tubes
witness to the grand feast entwining morsels
with spoonful of rainy water
gives splendour to an author failed
and I walk in quietness of warmth
with uncanny tales of starvation
that never existed before.
(Rainbow at Sixty 2008)

Sunday, January 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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