January 25, 2012
Wingless birds tapping their feet to fly:
Were born a decade ago,
Still no wings to flap!
Sky-less darkness doomed their life,
With tears and prayers waiting for their way-out;
These birds found nothing but black blank.
Know not what they are destined to,
Whether Almighty hears the prayers…
Time slips away with wind:
Without noticing the birds in the cage for ages
Merciless creator of the birds-
Keeps thinking of killing them, rather
To leave them agonizing without plumes
A breezy hope screens a vision
Of bright blue with the wide open fluttering birds-