The Bird's View
When the tree bears it's fruit,
I gripped my feet in a branch -
And sipped a fruit with my beak.
The ego in my eyes telling freedom
Feet it's strength, feather's the motherhood.
Slowly i released my feather's high in the air
When beauty sync'd with strength,
And the gripped ground telling stories
About my ancestors.
My flight in the lake above
With water droplets upon me-
I fished in bluish waters,
And a green neighbor hood.
My flight above with all below me,
Holding sheaths of freedom above me.
I slowly touched green waters with thick mud,
Made me to stick to nature's bonds.
I then stood in a rock, spying to prey
Upon distance lost to perfection.
In a green grass with fresh dews -
Made me to sink in pleasure.
Red flowers in a beautiful branch,
Danced with me in a jolly mood.
Slowly my siblings came near
Swaying in the air,
And pushing me for fun...
Copyright © Anandhi Srinivasan | Year Posted 2020
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