” Humans alike bird recognize the virtue of experiences
Landscapes, smell of air, smiles,eye contact, styles of niche creation, the color of aspirations as versatile as the colour of doors- synchronised or mismatched.
Its the seeking to love but first to understand. Sure, it started somewhere with quest of power (Alexander) or SpiceTraders. Man is of instincts. He acts his way to redemption of soul
However, this quest for migration is real, it captures and pulls the soul like the magnetic field of Earth, guiding migratory bird to risk its life to live and feel its flight. It is innate that we risk contents of comfort for learning.”
Imagine;
Migratories are curtailed,
For territorial games,
Travel and change wasn’t just luxury,
The cost of it- Mortality,
Yet, you have to break chains,
Monotone, scarcity, placid of planes,
Transformation in height of mountains.
Every lost breath craves,
Hope, it steads towards Peace,
Mapping magnetic field,
Pectoral plates moves,
Breaks to reconnect,
Planning and processing this feat,
Includes delay, adjust to change, intuits;
Construct and destruct, constant at play,
Knowing it all,
Why mammoth this soul, seems frail,
One walk towards change willingly?
Perhaps,
The futility of Unwillingness, we see;
Could ‘change’ be urged to stop?
If we could;
Would we toil, cringe,
quiver or shake;
Or
Would we embrace ?
Rupika Moitra