To Get Or Not To Get

Poem By Gajanan Mishra

A fluffy-feathered bird, small,
to some a picture of
great loveliness
and rarest beauty
perched on a twig called hope
precariously above
a vulgar world so far below
ignoring pointing fingers
and their lusty expectations
of faith in true catastrophe
began to sing.

She sang the most exquisite song,
a melody of sweet HELLO,
of hands that long
to touch and hold in warmth
the promise of just being there,
without the fanciful and vain
and, oh so plastic decorations.
The twig soon resonated sounds
and gained in strength,
it would not bend or crack
though its fragility was plain
for all to see.

There was an ancient force
called by the soothing sounds,
it beckoned to the one
whose scruffy, feathered ears
were listening from far away
until all time and distance were,
suspended, once again.

The little twig soon carried two,
as kindred spirits,
birds of so many feathers
and their tears.

Comments about To Get Or Not To Get

Herbert, This is an gentle, musical piece with great optimism and warmth. It touched this reader's heart. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This had beautiful thought and metaphors Sherbert, a song that stretches..leaving the reader with more that a tune. Well done. xoxo Angie
H, I don't just like it, I absolutely love it. It is a serene, vivid, personal but open piece which simply emanates the wisdom, kindliness and good heart of its writer. Stunning. t x
Herbert - touching, deep and soulful write - a song of hope and life. Love your use of imagery - helps to simplify a complex topic. Brilliant! Linda


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