Saturday, March 15, 2014

In the wild



If only I had nothing to worry about
Settle for a moment, anywhere on the endless ground
Seamlessly fly between the blue and the green
And take some time out for myself to flutter and preen
Chirp away in glory some no-verse cacophony
And sing for I would have wings to fly again every morning.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

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