O Brooder
Published on May 11, 2019
O Brooder
A Sonnet
Courtesy Priti Ghosh
Baby squirrel’s eager insufficient leap,
And the unerring clutch of instinct,
Upon stone and bark and wall the grip.
Is but life defying the void in an instant.
The mynah’s fluttering labours,
In plaintive cries to a distant mate.
And Foraging twigs in morning hours,
Is but life defying void and half blind fate.
The raven’s deep curious search.
For morsel of food and vain trinket,
For self and its mate on distant perch.
Is but life defying void in each moment.
O brooder, be done with thy imagined doom,
Kindle thy fire and give tamas no room.