The White Bird Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I wake up in the morning
And see the bright sun shining,
The sky is perfectly blue and clean,
I know its great meaning,
The sun is for me,
The sky is for me
And the day is for me,
As I stretch my optimistic eyes in the farthest sky,
I also see
The white bird flying
With its white wings,
It is soaring high in the air
In search of the white world
And it is wholeheartedly inviting me to accompany its noble search.