Desired Exile
For misdeeds, if you want to punish me
and wish to send me to exile somewhere -
I would prefer to become the sunlight
of dawn – unfurl my blood stained wings over
the Mount. Kanchenjunga to rest awhile;
Tangerine sky would witness it only
My sins may evaporate to form clouds
roaming hither and thither aimlessly
Those may explain the story by taking
different shapes – a collage of fine arts
You may burn me in yellow fire of death
My ashes would spread over the dark clouds
and your anger would make the sky azure
My remains would touch the feet of mountain
before falling to the mother's warm lap
and my wishes would flow with the fountains
in a hope to start anew - once again
18.11.2016
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016
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