Doldrums
The bird sat on a wall with a piece of stone
Stitched in its tail as if her ghoulish mood
Frightens all the time who closes her
To embrace the embodied gestures of prey.
The bird looks at agitating as if it starves
to listen the whispering voice
Whoever thinks to offer the logistics
The paddy, guava and like other hays
She cannot throw her eyes to catch
To have newness in the meadow
Like glistening and watching the beams.
The bird is the symbol of luster
In newness and old unhappy messenger.
She waits for justice whoever hates her
To beat her starving debt day by day
To snatch love and high risk
In the green trees of life laden
Seize all the time hereinafter for peace.
The bird is like the quilt and luxury
Nobody likes her sitting on the wall
She collects food for living
And dancing alongside in the gentle bridge.
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