Tag: bird

Embodiment Of grace.

A beautiful little bird
Hopping on the grass
singing merrily
dancing happily
spent her time long
on the well-kept grass
worried about nothing
thinking not of past
looking at none in front
hearing no other talk in the back
appeared in perfect dazzle
Had no castle overhead
had no paintings or pictures
hanging on walls of her nest
Oh! she needs none
Castle, paintings or pictures
as she herself is an embodiment
a combination of all things good and great.

Tags bird, Grace, happy. mirth., Poem

thoughts

The Paramour.

A bird was hopping on the grass
while another one went behind in a flash
tracking all through perhaps a lass.

The bird went to and fro shunning the lass
while the friend trotted behind in a slash
seeming to pacify the former with a crash.

The former took in speed from the grass
while the paramour flew behind in a dash
as though intending to offer a hash.

Perceiving them I had a story not trash
looking at the birds from behind the glass
lest going in front would distract them in a bash.

Tags bird, Love, Poem

Actions Poem

Lovelorn.

The bird flew in circles.
It went up and down
it was hovering high
then it descended low.

The bird then stooped down
and sulked on the ground.
Spread its feathers around.
Covering itself in the foreground.

It lay there still for a few minutes
shirking its feathers violently
it rose up in a momentous flight..
In a quick it flew away.

Turning around I saw another bird yonder
It lay still beaten to death by a passerby.
Having lost its companion the bird had
expressed its bereavement through its restlessness.

Tags bird, Poem, restless

Poem

The Joy of Freedom

Running through the pages
found a lovely image
of a bird in a cage.
whose big eyes looked sad.

The bird seemed to be desolate with fear
as it had no freedom to relish and cheer
seemed to curl itself in the rear
The image brought tears.

Perhaps the bird was thinking
of its friends in the trees flying
hopping, pecking and singing
enjoying every minute of their life.

The joy of freedom is infinitive
The little bird held as a fugitive
in the cage would get a feed remunerative
but has lost the rejoice of being free.

With a heavy heart turned the pages
recollecting the freedom movement in stages.
wondering how did the fighters survived the outrage
Heaving a sigh threw the book in disgust.

Tags bird, cage, desolate, freedom, Joy, Poem, Sad

Actions Experience green Message Poem threat. Transitory

Introspections Strange.

What is it high up on the tree?
It is shiny green dancing in a spree.
Is it a fruit hanging down?
Is it a bird looking down?
If it is a fruit it must be a peach
high beyond the reach.
It could also be a mango.
oscillating in a tango.
If it be a bird it must be a parrot
likely to read the destiny like a tarot.
It glitters in the sunlight like a beautiful emerald
the thick green signifies a glorious herald.
It shows a pale green standing for unripe interventions
symbolically leading to many untold intimidation.
Curiously looking it is both fruit and bird.
The bird pecks on the fruit while perched on a woody gird.
Tiny bits fall down from the tree in intervals.
The fruit opens out its flesh in an unravel.
The parrot sucks the lascivious flesh in a stroke.
The seed falls down miserably in a coatless broke.
Oh! there is nothing brilliant high up on the tree.