(The perspective of a child)
Birds, o, how glad are!
Fly they high in sky, take them
To choice, their feathers.
The far off places
With ease they visit and fruit
High-hanging they pick.
Affects them no cold;
Feathers cover them in chill.
No blanket I have.
Peacefully sleep birds,
Perching on trees, blanketing
The body with wings
No cash Dad has and
No cover I have; but mom's
Hugging limbs warm me.
Conquering the whole
World, gaily flown I would have,
Had I had feathers.
For http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/
Hari Om
ReplyDelete...oh that last stanza... beautiful. YAM xx
Thank you,Yamini.
Delete"Birds, o, how glad are!
ReplyDeleteFly they high in sky..." A child's thoughts captured beautifully!
Thank you,Tarang.
Deletedont we all have feathers?
ReplyDeleteOf course in mind.Thank you,deeps.
DeleteInnocent it sounds... and truthful...
ReplyDeleteIf i had feathers, I could have traveled the world free!!!
Thank you,Loco.
ReplyDeleteMom's Hugging limbs warm me. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you,SG.
ReplyDeleteVery touching
ReplyDeletethank you,Vinita.
ReplyDeleteThere is a certain warmth in this piece ... I love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Amrit.
ReplyDeleteVery well imaginrd and expressed in just a few lines !
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sujatha.
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