by Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
Let the sea shore visit our interior;
Let rainbow rotate over myriad foams,
And children construct enormous castle
with sandy architecture.
Let us turn our bedroom into a dense sanctuary –
Where frightened eyes of a doe would melt
the weapon of the most ruthless huntsman.
Rather honey-hunters would be buzzing over flowers
And unknown birds would be chirping in harmony.
Doesn’t our overused bedroom create some lyric too –
That defuses along the latitudes and longitudes
to reach barren deserts as a messenger of forestation?
Last updated June 21, 2015