En route, poem by Manash
A long way to meander
to heed a shriek of a flying bird,
the wings then spread out in darkness
to open the door of the roofed cage
at the end of the last plunge
of the crestfallen ocean.
Believing the local shepherd then,
the wheat colour sunshine
will open the deserted open door and no one else,
continue to exist alone
a stretched road ahead…
©Manash Choudhuri
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