“Words of the winged!”
Night waned, mirthful sky raised another curtain,Surprised I was as entered the divine Sun!A tiny dot popped up when I gazed intently,Darkness still ruled and rosy rays creept secretly!River rippled quietly,mountains shone graceful ,Leaves rustled soft among branches cheerful!Birds bobbed their heads to select a direction,Up they took a flight,marking a celebration!“It rises every morning,what makes it so special ?”Many crossed overhead regailing a chirpy mail,“We’re breathing!O,we’re flying! isn’t it a festival !” I looked in awe and wished,”If with them I could sail!” (Original; written by self.)Shama sinha 3-1-24