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IMPRESSIONS

AIRBORNE

A blue tinted bird perches on a birch,
I sit watchful as it sings a free verse;
It hums a taunt of its freedom and such,
I dream of pinions but dreaming is a curse.

So little a life and the bird alone in the sky,
How could I ever have a bit of its sight?
But only in my imaginations I soar high,
My feet are tied but I crave a brave flight.

It all comes down to be or not to be,
Many a men strip off their fervour and sigh;
And live every day scared of being free,
As their hearts become too heavy to fly!

Let the bygones be bygones for now,
As In fears lies the caged plume of free will
Que seráserá sings the mighty bird above.
The songbird flies but I'm sitting very still.

Likhitha Kaki

MGNF Fellow, Leparada district, Arunachal Pradesh

38 VOL. / ISSUE /JAN APRIL