In Without

By Avinaba Sarkar

Little sunshine on my shoulders,

Takes me far across this world ahead.

Little moonlight through those stairs,

Drops me right inside your bed.

Peeping out of my wooden window

A bit of sky, a frozen gate;

And a little bird with her magic tail,

Something only birds can hate.

A kite, caught off the antenna

Calling me to fix it’s face;

While I feed my caged myna

With a piece of my prison-bread.

By Avinaba Sarkar