The silence says it out, loud! Shall we ever find it? Again? More agony, more…
Little Bird… A Poem
A bird,
a nest
on a tree
and the sky –
emancipation, as free
as you could be!
Poor little bird
couldn’t think, couldn’t see
and as it had in the decree
of fate,
a dependent home
and freedom seemed empty.
by Alok Mishra


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