By Basudhara Roy
I open the heart’s cage and let fly
a hundred pigeons into the endless sky,
the impatient beating of their wings
a reminder that under the shroud of silence,
life’s restlessness still lives
and the flesh, flawed and frail as it is,
is wooed to raptures
by a single spell of rain.
In my hands are a few grains
of time that I am feeding to love.
In a season of faith, the future holds no fear.
I take all I am given today
without fretting over tomorrow.
This day’s charity, this moment’s leisure
must have a name I ache to utter.
With its quiet glory, I brand my heart.
Basudhara Roy teaches English at Karim City College affiliated to Kolhan University, Chaibasa. Her recent (second) collection of poems is Stitching a Home (New Delhi: Red River, 2021). She loves, rebels, writes and reviews from Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, India.