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when two hands meet
the bird will be free
unfurling the wings
it will fly to thee
feed it with grains
and nuts and love
trap it no more
in the sandstorms of dusk
let it kiss the sun
let it run the beach
why do we cage our dreams
when nothing is ever out of reach?
This Poem is shared with Picture It And Write.
None cage the dreams with choices left free...
ReplyDeleteLove write-up, Amrit :)
Thanks Sadia :-)
Deleteb'cause it is life which isn't as sublime as thy poetry. It plays, it writhes, at times...it unfurls but not always can it be tinged with the shades of reality!!
ReplyDelete:-)
DeleteAwesome. :)
ReplyDeleteWell penned.
Thanks Ajay :-)
Delete"trap it no more
ReplyDeletein the sandstorms of dusk"
Nice write up
happy blogging :)
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Thank You Karanvir :-)
DeleteYou inspire with your words :)
ReplyDeleteAnd so do you :-)
DeleteWhy am I caging my dreams ... for now ... because I have to accumulate enough food ... in order to retire ... soon ... smiles ... world trip, here we come ... smiles ...
ReplyDeleteWorld Trip ... that would be fun :D
DeleteLovely poem Amrit :) The themes you choose for creating stories are always something remarkable. Keep them coming :)
ReplyDeleteThank Sayantini :-)
DeleteAmazing!
ReplyDeleteThank You dear :-)
DeleteLove this one :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ayushee ;-)
DeleteIt is painful when we cage our dreams.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is :-)
DeleteOh my goodness, this blew me away. Pea.
ReplyDeleteThank You Pea :-)
DeleteWhile reading this the little bird beautifully soared through my mind.
ReplyDeleteMade me think of "set it free and if it returns to you, it is truly yours."
ReplyDelete:-)
Deletebrilliantly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank You Laura :-)
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