Doves fly around all of us in the neighbouring field.
I watch them play with their flock.
Drizzles fill the void of burning soil.
I keep mum and seek the bliss of solitude.
Birds are the heavenly emissaries of a borderless community.
They slip into the tunnels of darkness.
I cried for the bird caught on the wheel,
as it died all of a sudden.
I failed to see the cause of its suicide.
I witnessed it third time.
My conscience disturbs me .
I am dumbfounded without any reason.
Logic usurps my imagination.
Icing on my reasons,I pilfer the buoyant mechanism.
I am a bird without wings of logic.
I watch them play with their flock.
Drizzles fill the void of burning soil.
I keep mum and seek the bliss of solitude.
Birds are the heavenly emissaries of a borderless community.
They slip into the tunnels of darkness.
I cried for the bird caught on the wheel,
as it died all of a sudden.
I failed to see the cause of its suicide.
I witnessed it third time.
My conscience disturbs me .
I am dumbfounded without any reason.
Logic usurps my imagination.
Icing on my reasons,I pilfer the buoyant mechanism.
I am a bird without wings of logic.
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