Imagination
My volatile mind ascends high in lone emptiness,
floating on the cleft of crimson sunburst cloud,
makes a fascinating painting of formless fantasy
on the crumpled blank canvas,
I kept in the museum of memory for so long,
as with the remains of naive passion of childhood
I follow beguiled the imaged trail of butterflies.
I drift on their latticed wings,
flittering on the cascade of whistling wind
to the flamboyance of the fleeting rainbow hew,
that inspires me to discover from behind the mist
the beauty of life the dark clouds of dismay conceal,
and to believe nothing can stop me
to become a bird spreading wings,
soar in the sky suffused with seamless daydream,
taking my entrapped anguished mind
to the halcyon horizon of infinite freedom,
saturated with the aura of timeless bliss,
when I can imagine I can fly.
January 25, 2021
Contest : Can You Imagine-Any Form
Sponsor : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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