#49 I wish, I were

I wish, I were

I wish, I were a bird flying very high

Flapping wings to touch the sky.

I wish, I were a candle that illuminates

The prevalent darkness.

I wish, I were a incense stick

Spreading aroma that sense can pick.

I wish, I were a mountain

That stands rigid, tall and vibrant.

I wish, I were a river flowing anonymously

Giving life to a large vegetation instantly

I wish I were a flute, my melody of music

Percolates souls of every music maniac

I wish, I were a beautiful flower

Surrender myself for the devotional hours

I wish, I were a national anthem

That citizens hum with a rhythm.

I wish, I were a book

That binds the readers to its look

I wish, I were a bell

Chiming and awakening dead cells

I wish, I were a dove

Spreading peace across the globe

Every animate and inanimate store

Within an exceptional spark of glow

Recognizing the worth of oneself

Is the quintessence of being raw.

Sweta Sarangi

8-02-2014