2 months ago
A bunch of birds
Into the sky were cawing
Flipping back and front against the evening wind,
Some were trying to balanced
My heart as well as was floating higher than them
In a hazy recollection of my past.
On the perch of leaves less winter tree
A couple of pigeon were sitting tacit,
The silence of the couple was
Reminded my grandparent’s perseverance.
Inside the rose’s tree,
A couple of sparrows were hurrying for
Evening food... seemed like my parent
Coming back home from field…
The quarrel of crows,
Inside the bamboo’s tree
Retold my childhood’s freedom in the rosy twilight
With my siblings.
The twilight’s birds always
Steal me from my toxic evening.