Fathomless Bliss
Bud, bloom or dried
absolute elations are
flowers not plucked,
in surge of memories
swelling old inked letters,
clenched fists of newborn
in tender tantrums,
winnowing among pines
birdsong’s cadenza
with wind’s strums,
hearts throb ecstatic
when wings are liberated
from cage of customs,
humanity exultant
when flames go rousing
in gaze of compassion,
in hearth filling starved
who dream of mere crumbs.
In response to the prompt by Viraji Ogodapola in Scrittura: “what makes you dance with glee”.
Thanks to J.D. Harms for publishing my poetry here.
Era Garg 2020
