MY LIBERATION LOVE by Devayani Anvekar
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Image | Tim Mossholder |
MY LIBERATION LOVE
a golden eagle. Perched on a broken
trunk of a Sal tree. Woke up.
Raise its head. Its eyes wide. Alert.
Face the endless blue above 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. Come to me. Take me. In your
wings. In your flight. Into boundlessness.
Eternity.
Felt.
Not in words or acts. But like luminous
light from street light poles guide at night.
In your very flight. Freedom.
Free. Freed from belly of delusions
like a python’s entwine and devour.
Bathe me clean. And with a soft breeze’s
grace, hug. Enclasp me. Let me. Know
you.
Embrace me.
© Devayani Anvekar
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Devayani Anvekar |
Devayani Anvekar is illustrator, caricaturist, of social and domestic issues. She lives in Goa, India. She writes poetry, fiction, and non-fiction prose when drawing fails to help her grasp human struggle. Her written work has appeared in 50-Words Stories, The Metaworker, and is forthcoming in The Genre Society, Witcraft.
Your metaphor lifted me! Thank you
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely
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