A Bird Named Desire Poem by Sumit Ganguly
A Bird Named Desire
Eggs of the bird named desire
are my life's possession,
some hatch and sing over my existence.
Halo of my father lured me to run on his track.
I preferred muddy garden path,
but smooth asphalt road was allotted by life.
In youth, I danced as a psychedelic light,
with change of air, the rhythms changed
the desire played a role to hatch an egg.
Now obligations are my fisherman's net
I long to have a white castle, green forefront and gentle breeze.
I feed the bird and keep a watch, an egg will hatch some day.
Preferring the muddy garden path the poet' is longing for peace in life. The desire is an unending dream.Excellent poem.
Eggs of the bird named desire are my life's possession, some hatch and sing over my existence. What a great poem with so beautiful metaphors! Loved the style, skill and its essence.10++ for the poem. Thanks poet.
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4/23/2024 8:38:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dancing in the desert of desire where oasis and rivers reside. Well done my friend.
Hi Howard, thank you for the nice comment.