Brimming

By Susmita Chatterjee Alias Aloakash

They tried to put her to sleep

She anchored her Self unto a dream deep

They tried to molest her vintage

She plucked off her vistas, and sowed them in ripeness of age.

They tried to lock her flight

She washed her feathers, and wore flowers bright.

They tried to name her Dark

She tore her eyelashes black, and sang the song of her bark.

Do you think she is sleeping?

Yes, just as she does in her brimming.

“She is sleeping”, you said again

Her lips parted, she smiles no bargain.

By Susmita Chatterjee Alias Aloakash