Hopping and jumping,
Caroling the name of princes and kings,
Came on my window sill,
Little and tiny, the figure so small,
But mighty in courage, where I am so small,
While I prefer the warm couch,
All things in hand, coffee to sip all day long
A lousy bag, always still!
No creativity is known to me,
Adorning the sky that stands in solitude,
Waiting for tiny creatures for life!
And I stand no where, nothing in me of worth to any,
Could never be rain for deserted land,
Could never quench ones thirst! ! ..
Slipping inside the mattress, soft as cheese,
I dodge so much work on plate,
Where they are first to wake up,
Even before the sun that envy them,
Oh! the astounding Courage filled up to the brim,
I fear of doing things wrong,
Caring for people around, that squeeze all my strength out,
Weigh down all my faith,
They roar in sky, no limits they are known to
Where am so small! !
Always struggling where to go? ..
They chirp and talk, smile and laugh,
They are free and sound,
And am restricted, no power in my hands I know..
I write and frown, no one will read,
The plight of mine and pain I share..
It hurts, I lag allwhere; nothing likable in me,
My loved ones leave, am I so useless?
I ponder and it shatters my heart,
Why am so dull and dim?
Darkness is mine another name, I believe
I wish I were a bird, beautiful and lovable,
Worthy of holy love and happiness,
The ones that are known for their flights,
The ones that are known for livelines they bring,
I wish I were a bird, l lag all where!
Am so incomplete, imperfect,
overloaded with blemishes, that could never be abandoned,
Where they are complete in all ways! ! ! ..
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