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 eyesÂ
The dew on leaves in the morningÂ
Which I find pure and fruity
I glide above the peopleÂ
Seeing them rushingÂ
To their destinationsÂ
By which they will excel
Soon I catch my phaseÂ
Between the cloudsÂ
With my other matesÂ
Doing nothing but enjoying with full grace.
In between I seeÂ
A crowd gatheringÂ
Looking on to the fallen dogÂ
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.Â
I question myselfÂ
What are my diamond eyes for?
To see the sufferingÂ
Or why did I sneak out of my window?
With the fall of dew yet again
My heart beatsÂ
To take a step and fly
Maybe I’ll see something goldenÂ
By which I will feel glad and happy in this paradise.Â
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