Incomplete Writing Poem by Asis Biswas

Incomplete writing, thought, i will finish later on
that is what was in my mind, my son
it is about creating control
over time, over soul.

Feelings who were all in disguise
finally come in use
to create new lines
dull moments create feeling fine.

Yellow flowers blossom as winter fall
red, white also listens to their call
all together they shine
and shake with the wave of the wind in line
birds all busy in catching their prey
in the air they dive, fill their tray.

Spotted dove restlessly calling his hub
in the distance road, people all going in cab
it is simply watching
and catching
small birds move under the bush
insects they catch & inside they push
it is all feeling hungry and carry
in segmental time it is always to hurry
otherwise someone from behind
of your same kind
come and catch your pray
and you stay with empty tray.