Never did I know
When and how
I got her flee
Of the cage, and
When I set her free
To explore the blues
Vast, open and enormous
Stretch of the sky,
That lied ahead.
She appeared to me
A bird, free to choose
Her next skies,
Hernewer nests,
Her hovering mornings
Over the green valleys
Her tiresome evenings
Over oranged trees
Of the distance forest
Beyond the mountain.
I was happy
Happy to see her flutter
To the fullest of her wings,
Nothing to push her back
Non to break her journey.
Now, I was sure
She would be, at her best-
Exploring her limitless skies,
And feeding herself
With bondless joys of flight.
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The bird is best at freedom, as she enjoy the nature like other. Great poem. Thanks for shared. 10+++
Thanks dear Surath for the inspiration.
Thanks dear Surath for reading and enjoying the poem.