Wounded Dove Poem by Saroj Padhi

WOUNDED DOVE



A wounded dove alights away from far-off war-torn land

en route dripping dark death over face of shrunken earth

smacking of toxic chlorine, burnt flesh, decimated limbs,

after hours of restless, panicked flight in one long breath-



to hover over the chest of surging breast of a sea awhile

but failing to compose spirit in consonance with wild waves

rushes into threshold of a sinuous river with smiling eddies

where shadows of zillion Budhas cogitate in watery graves-



over the burden of life of millions nabbed in vicious cobweb

of desires, fighting fires, but subsumed by unseen currents

who lie like mass of mute grains of sands on barren banks,

to be looted by sex-hungry godmen thro' religious torrents;



thank God the amazed dove is healed by whiffs of cool breeze

and trailed by smiles of the sage, to freedom it flies with ease!



COPY RIGHT: @SAROJ K. PADHI / 01.05.18