Scribbling of the Day : Homeless Birds


Bird's home

A new Villa, a new dawn
His day started
with a lemon tea
and the fragrance of the mist.

There came a guest
He felt the poet in him
“Do you have a home?”
he inquired within.

“Look!” gestured
his guest flapped the wings
and began flying high to show
it’s little home – Earth!

His Villa
shrunk little as a hut.


Din

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