A Miserable Flying Bird
Mutant of human,
Whose view-less wings
Took him so high,that envisioned life
In whose, voice bird speaks:
What I was, not me today.
Serving to his hunger
Losing myself, to make him alive.
Wand I use of a witch,
Mind into a river switch.
Far out in the sky,
Entangled in solitude,
Lunacy,where, my ore smelt.
That now is a wild stream:
Roaring from the mountain
Flooding in its dry bed,
Desert where, my glacier
Smile of the sun engulf.
To sustain a life,
For no grains I find here
So I entreat you to dislocated
Wings to put back into human
To protect, from being
To be: a Dodo.
Copyright © Hem Raj Bastola | Year Posted 2013
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