hundreds of pigeons like white balloons drifting in my sky
white specks gyrating - look, that one gains height
following it as far as eyes can see my head upturned
I lose sense of me of ground of chores undone
if we could all cut loose like those birds in our minds
come and go as we please nest in season
call only when there’s need: hunger danger or sex
would there be no strife or at least of less violent types?
Shubho Nabo Barsho to everyone -and thank you reading this.
April 15, 2011
Bengali New Year's Day
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I do not care for strife and avoid it at all costs.
rated with hugs
The sky is infinite,
plenty of room for all of us,
no need for strife.