II IN RESTLESS SILENCE II
Life is short I know
Still I go with loads of desire
That is divinely dry
Spicy, passionate, dusty, desolate
Mind cooks everyday
I draw the lines broken and abstract
Of material graph
Without the approval of heart
It stretches from within to outside
In restless silence
To dream crown, king and queen
I do not know where the thoughts lead
Whether it is to the valley of butterfly’s
broken wings or defeated heart?
Or to the kingdom of one-eyed ruler
Crowed with headless and blind subordinates?
But my bones realize the fall begins
The music, the voices, the lyrics
Start mourning over the death of a bird
Full of warm fuzzy and ardor
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© Satya Pattnaik
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