Every bird dreams
for a tree of its own.
A small nest would've
been my world
If only my songs
reached their ears.
But, I was left alone
in my own nest.
As I listen to
my heart's melody,
I spread my wings...
Days and nights,
Rain or shine,
I fly across
the blue sky that beckons.
Gradually,
I climb up the heights
to the surprise of
the negligent nest...
About the Author
Aruna Subramanian
Joined: 24 Sep, 2020 | Location: Bengaluru, India
An engineer by profession, residing in Bangalore and trying to hold on to the passion to write among the daily hustle-bustle....
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