Bird in My Hand
”I had a bird in my hand,
a beautiful bird,,,,,
but one day, she flew away,
and never returned
and when returned,,,,,,,,,,
her heart was wounded for me,
yes, I had a bird in my hand.
was it my mistake.?
Why she left me. ?
Just because I wanted her to be in my hands forever?
Just because I always feel relax being with her. ?
yes, I had a bird in my hand,
may be, I had taken her independence,
Independence of her life,
Yes, she too have a right to live
coz she is a bird, and she too have a right to fly
What I want.? What am I? Should I cry?
Why should I take her life for my living?
yes, I had a bird in my hand,
I want her to be in my hands, opened hands
and be with me forever, and never fly away
but I know, she will fly away from my opened hands.
And I cant make my hands close
yes, I had a bird in my hand,
but now,
She is free
Free of her soul, her mind
but what can I do with it. ?
The only way out is death
death of my feelings, my emotions
and now I can only say
I am Dying to survive, coz,
I have lost the bird in my hands”
Category: Poems
mmmmm a bird flies away to be returned at a certain time however when it is back its not so difficult to realize that it is not your bird any more, its not so hard to feel that it is not the same any more and at that time it s hard to decide whether you still want that bird or not….
liked it…good work:)