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The moment the bell goes
there’s a spurt of joy
gushing up like a geyser
from the school house
that has just opened its cage door
letting out
thousand little birds
feathered in red and white
to take flight-
their chirps and twitters float in the air,
the banyan leaves, the Atrayee* water
hear their freedom song-
while I have captured them again
in my words-
*Atrayee is a river that flows through Balurghat where I stay
Posted formy prompt ~ A / The Moment@ Poets United Midweek Motif
