MY LIBERATION LOVE by Devayani Anvekar
Image | Tim Mossholder MY LIBERATION LOVE a golden eagle. Perched on a broken trunk of a Sal tree. W o ke up. Raise its head. Its eyes wide. Alert. Face the endless blue a bove and all round. Spread stretch its wide arms. Its feathers glistening. Streaks of light pouring over its majestic form, cutting through dense clouds split each ray into saffron yellow hues blend with blue. Take off. Soar high. Like an air flight on scheduled time. Fly. Fly far . C ome to me. Take me. In your wings. In your flight. Into bound lessness. Eternity. Felt. Not in words or acts. But like luminous light from street light po les guide at night. In your very flight. Freedom. Free. Freed f r om belly of delusions like a ...
