Pic credit: Patricia Picardi
A little bird
Sitting on the
Branch of my hope
Is peeping into the
Peculiar world.
Even I neither look
Nor imagine
Then how would I feel
The agony of misery?
She is a bird.
She never earns livelihood.
She never hoards.
She only kills
The demon of hunger.
She knows the truth
What would happen
When the body
Decays into soul.
I'm also watching the truth
Through her eyes.
Sitting on the
Branch of my hope
Is peeping into the
Peculiar world.
Even I neither look
Nor imagine
Then how would I feel
The agony of misery?
She is a bird.
She never earns livelihood.
She never hoards.
She only kills
The demon of hunger.
She knows the truth
What would happen
When the body
Decays into soul.
I'm also watching the truth
Through her eyes.
Dr. Ashutosh
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