THE BIRD : SONNET 182

                        The Bird
                       Sonnet 182

There resides a bird inside my body, 

And has grown up eating what I eat

And drinking what I drink, and daily, nightly

Does do whate'er I do; from home to street

Where'er I move that it with me does wander,

With me it sits and stands; in full agreement

With me that it resides, in pain and pleasure;

In sadness it is sad, in wellness content...

Yet for what stake it loves the tiny space

My body affords, while it has wings to fly

To the boundless sky and live with grace

On all the things the eternal world does 'ply?

Howe'er, a mortal, open stands the door;

Know once it flies out, I will be no more.

©️ N P Samal