Thursday Fun n Frolics 17.9.20

Wandering alone in dusk, in a forest
I came down from my horse for a rest
Gently I laid my tired body under a tree.
My head resting on its trunk, my steed grazing free.

Suddenly I noticed some movement beside me
I turned my face for a closer look
I saw a heap of ash stirring mysteriously
In front of my eyes it started to change.

I jolted up to sit straight and stare
It took the form of a golden bird
A golden bird with wings of fire
Deep mysterious black eyes.

Gently it flew and sat up on a branch
And addressed to me in human tongue,
“I rebuild myself from my own ashes
So should you my friend!”

8.07.09, Garia, Kolkata

Some of these poems have been removed, some are still in the book this year, the contents keep changing from 2018, and will change every year. Hope you like the style, if you do the link is added below in case you want to check out the book.

Of dreams and reality

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