A Solitary Life

A solitary Life When birds return To their destination After the day’s exertion Before darkness befall They have a lot of antecedents To exchange, express and listen, To see and show And to bear and embalm Which they exchange With their keens Before sleep casts its slumber But desire of coaxing and rumination Remains embedded Within the boundary of heart When a bird use to lead A solitary life It preserves all the happenings Whatever it hands on During daily experiences In the sleepy aspiration Of a day When through the stairs of rainbow Would step down to join One more life This is how does it differ, my dear That is your life This is my life.