Sitting alone beneath the tree,
I enjoyed the chirping of birds
Wanted to sing a song
But the birds swallowed my words.
So I listened to them
Instead of singing.
And saw gigantic buildings,
Fancy cars,
A lady with a silk dress,
A gentleman with a tuxedo,
Abundance of wealth,
Shinning skyscrapers,
The investment for the future,
Building heaven for the abusers.
I was thoughtless
My emotion was detached
Mind was blank.
An inferno burnt within me,
Living life in a coffin
Is nothingness.
I started searching for
A little bird within me
That always lands safely.
This is the nexus between dream and my life.
~Monalisa Parida
India