Together
There is no voice etching into my mind, a memory
there is no wind ruffling my hair
there is a nest in the barren branches
where the parrots are in joy
I could hear a mother's sweet lullaby
tomorrow is another day
I know not the birds by their name
and there is no golden grain or
say if I lay, they come back to my feeder
and fly away
but then I too watch the sky
there are no twigs in me
counting the branches I cry
yet like the winged thoughts they
and I rise.
Copyright © Neelam Dadhwal | Year Posted 2015
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