Escape

The candle flame flickers like A lost soul about to leave the body That is in commotion to shake it off; Dark owl hoots from roof tops To signal the sky to send the chariot And clouds to come with drums; The feet are shackled with chain Of time and locked with fate; The faint wailings echo against The walls of mud and twigs, Thickly plastered with cow dung; The caged parrot chants the prayer In its sharp tone to justify the journey; The moon stares suspiciously through The broken roof where the spider has Already knitted the web as if to Catch the little whiff of air struggling To escape the slender throat; The story is written in silence; All bonds are made of nothing But desires and hopes and infatuations; And take no time to vanish when The crows’ shed their black feathers On the skeleton of a wall.