A little birdie who lived in a forest for many years, was caught by a hunter and taken to town.There she met many people as she was bought and shifted through many cages.
One fine day after many months of staying captive a little boy opened her cage and she said hello to the wind again. As she returned back to her forest she was asked by her friends about her experience with humans. Here she describes them and says they are no different but very similar to the branches found in the forest .
Oh humans ~ Oh humans !
so open yet so closed
just like those branches
I have forever known
they are twisted and turned
some are hollow and burnt
think highly of themselves
I find them with deep bends
they are soft and vulnerable
some are tough to the core
some tanned and tamed
some stout so feel ashamed
few are green yet so parched
some bare and shallow
waiting to be blessed
with forked egos and pointed fingers
some with a lot of unrest
some young one with old thoughts
seem stubborn and crooked
cracked at the focal
latching like a creeper
each of them trying to survive
in this big race called life
I wish they had wings like me
So they could soar
breath in some fresh air
I wish they could feel LIFE
as alive as it is
but alas they are just branches
with no mind of their own
they imbibe and they seal
from the known to unknown.
Branch : The daily Post.
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Delightful poem
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