The Talking Bird
Raagini Sharma has just completed her Master’s in ‘Conflict, Governance & Development’ from the University of York, U.K.
I sneak out of the window
With my diamond eyes
The dew on leaves in the morning
Which I find pure and fruity
I glide above the people
Seeing them rushing
To their destinations
By which they will excel
Soon I catch my phase
Between the clouds
With my other mates
Doing nothing but enjoying with full grace.
In between I see
A crowd gathering
Looking on to the fallen dog
But no one is ready to help his poor soul.
I wonder, what will happen to the human life
Who do not hold any dignity at all
What kind brain and knowledge they bear
Yet hollow from all spheres.
I question myself
What are my diamond eyes for?
To see the suffering
Or why did I sneak out of my window?
With the fall of dew yet again
My heart beats
To take a step and fly
Maybe I’ll see something golden
By which I will feel glad and happy in this paradise.
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