Shift
A Shift
in mind, like the speeding
Quill of etherealized Bird
on the
Azure Blue, dreaming of
its unfettered
Freedom ,wishing
the same for all
below.
It has no
time to wander below
The pandering pulp of dragon group.
It soars
higher and delighted, enjoys
A shift, the
need of the hour.
Does contracted
mankind think
In the same
line? I know not.
Rather breaks the limbs and
Pamper the ego
corroded
for long.
A shift is the travelogue
of perpetuated
Memory and Meaning.
A desired
departure to Moorings
and venues of
your tastes and likes.
Every now
and then the Etherealized
Bird, looks below, the ebb and flow
Of waves, unfathomable
gyrations ,
Of whales
and fish dive up
and down.
Wonders, for
them living in
water life
Is Flow,
But for
unthinking, unaccepting
Man, Life is a
deflated Balloon. Prideful,
Flapping it sings,
Shift is my Gift.
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