Soul

Soul
P K Routray
A lady, old, wrinkled and sad
seems to be holding a tiny heavenly bird,
innocent and tender,
away ready to flutter
searching a new destination
from this place, tattered and torn.
With eyes sparkling and eloquent
unconcerned with the lady’s lament
looking for peace and liberation
as within the lady it could get none.
It intends to go to a place
from where to Him it can race.
Peace and bliss will come on its own
as they cannot bear the separation.

The lady loves the bird too much
with it in her weak clutch
she is praying the Almighty
to grant her some more longevity.
With earthly attachment for her near and dear
She wants to stay with them a little longer.
The role of the bird within her is over.
The bird is only an immortal actor.
It has to change and go for a new role
as per His direction and assigned goal.