A million birds trapped in a cage:
Finding it hard to escape,
My little bird is meant to be in the sky -
Effortless and careless in its flight;
Choosing the woods and the trees -
Seeking for a place of her own;
A quintessence of her well being.
"For you I would be the place,
The tree, the twigs, the leaves -
Build your solemn nests in me.
Let me hear your unhesitating, chirps and your tweets -
And have you come home to me".
- Mohak G