A Flying without Wings

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Neither suffering nor joy

She flies without a destination

With her unhunted beauty

Belongs to none, makes none her own

Yet unseparated every moment with her closest distance

None can frustrate her

As she has no ambition

None can see her

As she does not appear to the mortal eyes

She flies with her invisible heart

To all the remote corners of the universe.

Everybody busy with the head

The smokey eyes horizoned

In search of some stones and papers

From the city street.

No fragrance comes from their plastic hearts

Who has such compassionate heart

 To recognize her hidden beauty,

To listen her silent melody?

All doors are closed

But she waits with all modesty at the door step

Lest your sleep be broken.

Waiting to enter just for a silent consent.

In the clamor collecting darkness

 She loses herself

Creating no identity

Perhaps this is the trick of her life

To fly without wings.