The Love Bird

With shedding of contour feathers
new shades of hopes appearing in its wings
houses all the celebrations
and frustrations.

Its stretch it never
wants to know.

In the lovers moan
blowing from
nearest Casuarina clad
in the roar ofdistant sea
it appears camouflaging as if.

Its flight is limitless
limitations is to question never.

Its form and function
not predictable
to suit one yours.

Neither the height of
the blue sky
nor the depth of
deepest trench in the ocean
is its abode.

At every passenger halt
it sings aberrated
like one in lunatic asylum.

It knows only to love
only to fly nonstop
knowing not the destination.

by Binaya Kumar Mohanty

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Lovely poem sharing 10++++