Wish to collect the feathers

Before my last flying

Tears, I wish to collect before my last

Offering to cry and pains

I am burning Like a red coal in the lap of time

Venturing dead ground

Treading path of dying compassion

Loitering in between hatred and apprent

Love

Unable to judge my words

Weather it is sin or sublime

Often I cry in dark holding passionately

My dreams

Bud of tears appear painfully In solitude

The walk still I have covered

Is not yet for my great world

The desires and dreams I have preserved

Is still to be offered for the world I live

The beauty I have thought of in my heart

Is still to be breed

Honest living and honest offerings

Is still to burn bright and glow with love

And light

I have now started sweeping

The black corridor of my mind

Rejecting the dark figures and long

Shadows

Soft tears I have kept to console

Let me live before I fall

Kiss the great world before I sleep

Just for a worth flying and eternal up

© Satya Pattnaik

Featured Writer at “Creative Talents Unleashed Writers Group”
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