To A Migrating Bird Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Oh! migrating bird,
In this branch
Thy hours are limited.

Far from thy nesting place,
It is a sojourn
In search of springs and copse.

Across the plains,
And into the windy dales,
It is a long flight.

And here and there,
Where the streams meet and depart,
A few nights are spent.

And thee leave the taverns,
Thy acquaintances, sprawling meadows,
To meet thy destiny yonder hills.

Here, among the bush and alcove,
We gather a few feathers,
Casting a glance unto the trail of thy flight.
Here, within passing life and dream,
We gather a few pebbles to feel the lost horizons.
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This is the sum and substance of our acquaintances too. In our office we get new acquaintances and they leave us one day on account of a transfer or we leave them on our retirement and so forth. Our life is a sojourn for that matter. We will be leaving our native haunts. We will be leaving our cities. We will be leaving our circle of friends. The story thus continues.......