Every day I see sun is mounted high wind
is blowing slowly clouds are passing through
my open windows .Birds are singing for me
especially that five little birds on a tiny
branch of large oak tree .Across my roadways
I see those blooming dandelions tickling
each other when a cool wind whispered on them.
I moved a sun in the moonless night ,
a theme of darkness carries away
my delicate breath, elegant like a seedless
plum on earth as I am stagnant there
at the realm of consciousness , where
my roots tangled in one life.
I have seen people are moving constantly
here and there but i am failed to overcome
the miserable life's injustice, followed me
without a time bound.Couple of miles away
the sound of loneliness listens me,I live there
as a piece of flesh of an unidentified soul.
I see the sun is mounted high and wind is
blowing slowly birds are watching me , clouds
are passing through my open windows.
Birds are singing for me especially that five
little birds on a tiny branch of large oak tree.