As I start the semi brave
wishes get wings
the cello, the flute—all brighten;
I think so I am.
Once I planted a mango sapling
manured it, watered it
already a mango was in my mind.
My birth, like a dropp of a stone
on water
churn into and
death circles like waves around.
As waves mitigate
new ones arise
the note ends
the mango falls
the light sparkles
and I feel; I live.
I live in my wishes.
KESHDURAPAL; Odisha; India 11/01/2010
Golaka behari Acharya
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