Turned In To Water and Fled Away

The voice which my throat hurled, I don’t know what happened to it. Whether the sky swallowed it or it changed into a bird and flew away. But my fancy keeps floating like a boat around the islands of flowers, The azure continents of the skies and, the archipelagos of stars in search Of it. To me that search is enough. The sky is not an arid desert of vacuum; it is the nest of the winged Singers called birds. It is the hypnotic city, where the wind constantly works on The architecture of clouds. For this prisoner of pitiless life, that little rag of sky, Fluttering beyond the iron bars is enough. That fistful of evening which stares at me from beyond Those clusters of trees-is enough That little slice of Blue Ocean, whose eyes keep looking at me, Standing on tiptoe from behind the pearly sand dunes; beyond the cashew nut gardens- is enough That particle of desire which keeps whispering in some remote corner of the heart is enough- -Seshendra Sharma http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com TURNED IN TO WATER AND FLED AWAY/modern Indian classic by By Seshendra Sharma first appeared in print in 1976