My Bird 🧡

 My bird..🧡

I am like a child chasing  a kite flying in the winds,  whose feet touch the heat of the ground

Kissing the soft pebbles, fearless of the dirt and the twigs, the child keeps running.

I am chasing my beloved bird like the child.

It was once mine, then it was taken away.

The feathers clipped were not of the bird’s, 

those were mine. I lost the journey midway. 

Then, I chose another path, there was surely a new way from where I would get a sight of my bird again. 

Don’t know how long I will run barefoot and the stones would keep getting bigger,

As long as I can see you, my sore eyes would always feel better. 

 

The journey may be a decade away, while walking through those meadows, I feel you everyday!

In my ambitions, you sore. 

I wear you in my heart like a badge,

My ambition, my bird, one fine day  I will hold you again for sure.

And you would flutter your orange wings like never before.