A tree stands there. <br /> What’s its name? <br /> A bald tree stands there <br /> birds come, sit, twitter <br /> and go. <br /> Some birds come everyday. <br /> Are they the same? <br /> Sometimes they are. <br /> <br /> Years ago <br /> a bird came; lovely one <br /> sat, sang, swam and swung <br /> touched me too. <br /> The bird was my life. <br /> <br /> Azure sky silhouette <br /> looks grey nowadays <br /> flowers loss their colour <br /> air has no scent <br /> when someone hunts a bird <br /> I cry <br /> Oh! they say <br /> I am crying for the other. <br />Keshadurapal; 18/11/2010<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird-16/
