The Thinking Bird
Jolting past the morning sun,
Under the sky, blue as the sea,
Sat the bird, a pelican
Twitching over a tree.
Could it be her nest?
As was told by her maa.
Lost amidst the shadow of zest,
Lucrative enough to see afar.
Mind was in splits, heart worried again,
Engulfed the pelican hastily ,food for its brain.
Atrocities took a toll,
Lethargic ,abandoned soul,
Red as the sun was once,
Envisaged, a morning stroll.
And the dream pierced through,
Down fell the nest,
You know what happens next.
-Divyajeet Singh
Divyajeet singh 