Monday, 27 June 2011

Chirping



I am a free bird, chirping loud in the sky
Whatever be the height,I dont mind flying high
Wandering through the clouds, is what I enjoy the most
Its just a thought,what if I get lost.

The feeling of being squandered, do pose a threat
I try to be compose with a beautiful bet.
Again the free bird empowers me,with zest to fly high
I dream of a new height,Sans the fearful sigh




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