DAMSEL BIRD AND A LIVING SOUL

DAMSEL BIRD AND A LIVING SOUL
A painful encounter



An unimaginable thoughtful phrase
You can see him but still can’t chase
He is beautiful by heart, innocent and smart
The only sight of him spread the spark...

His aura is such, you can’t say much
He is as pure as dove, as fresh as a rain drop on bud.
Confidence, self esteem, nation’s pride
Are the words that define him right
Perfection is what he believes in
While hardwork, dedication, determination completes him
Modesty, honesty flows in his blood
And helping others in need is what he has learnt...


His life is expected to be smooth and swift
Until a day comes when he commits a mistake
A mistake of loving a bird……..
“A bird coming from a distant sky
Who love to fly far and high


One day, the bird land up to an unknown place
Don’t know the people, the air was different
But strong will power and determination
Helped her to win the race…


From nowhere came the living soul
Who felt in love with the bird’s flight
With a continuous eye he is gazing the bird

But the innocent bird didn’t realized
That someone is witnessing her side…


Slowly and gaily, they came to know each other
Although distinct they are
But managed to have a walk few miles

The roads are diverging,
The traits are contrasting
But don’t know why the living soul
Stick to have a relation everlasting…

His love was pure, bird can’t stay for more
She has to escape before the dawn
As she can’t reside at an unknown place for long

It is against law in the world of bird
To bond with any individual unknown
For her life is dedicated to her known
And for her it is all about toiling hard to reach
the pinnacle or the highest zone.

It was very authentic on bird’s part but
Very disheartening on the latter’s part…

A damsel she was and remains like that
But knowingly or unknowingly she hurt the living soul.


Soon the fickle bird disappears in the dusky dark
So, At last they have to depart
And this is he story so far,…

The living soul felt dejected but sooner or later
accepted that “the bird was trapped
In her world’s practicality”
Two words STUBBORN and SELF CENTERD defines her undoubtedly.


A new day has come
With alluring sunshine and a fresh beginning

A new bird has hum a song
He kissed her, blessed her
But didn’t stayed there for long
He recalls the X-bird’s flight


Don’t know whether it was real
Or written in her plight