The New Journey

In the dawn
Burning orange sun
Showed it's face
Besides the clouds
Under the rays of sun
In the greenish tree,
With an yellow little flowers
I saw a bird with colourful feathers
Getting ready for its new day
Waiting eagerly for a new journey.

Journey begins,
Flies whole day
Finds prey.
Feeds youngones.
Trains its wings.
Makes ready for
the next flight!

Bird!
Again a new journey
But not with mother
Alone to face world.
Flies up to skies.
Across mountains and rivers.
Visits island,
forest and deserts.
Touches droplets of rain
Strikes wild wind.
Bridges sky and earth,
Also two hearts and
Serves telegraph.

Bird!
Differs themselves.
Some spreads peace.
Some spreads love.
Some to sing.
Some to dance.
Some are wild.
And some are soft.
Performs
symbol of good and bad.

Safe to be wild
than to be pet.
Bliss to be free
than to be caged.
Wings are to fly
and not to be caged.
It sings alone and
longs for its flight.
Getting ready for a new day.
Waiting eagerly for a new journey.
Bird in the tree.
Also a bird in the cage.

                                        - Laksha

Comments

  1. Unknown May 4, 2020 at 4:01 AM

    i really appreciate it👏

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  2. UnknownMay 4, 2020 at 4:06 AM

    Super dr

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  3. UnknownMay 4, 2020 at 4:30 AM

    Super d😊

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  4. Smitha AdithanMay 4, 2020 at 5:12 AM

    As like a bird fly high throughout the world through your poetry dear. Good luck!

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  5. Smitha AdithanMay 4, 2020 at 5:15 AM

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  6. Skevian blogspotMay 4, 2020 at 5:35 AM

    Spr da so nice poem

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  7. MadhuMay 4, 2020 at 5:59 AM

    Fly away with your talent like a bird .spr dr

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  8. DevatharshiniMay 4, 2020 at 6:58 AM

    Great words, each words resembles me in that situation... Loveable poem

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  9. DhakshandiwakarMay 4, 2020 at 8:11 AM

    Very nice ma ..😍

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  10. UnknownMay 4, 2020 at 8:16 AM

    After reading this I wish to be a bird....hats off...

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  11. UnknownMay 4, 2020 at 2:08 PM

    awesome 😍😍😍

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  12. UnknownMay 5, 2020 at 2:08 AM

    Nyc dr... Really mind blowing.... Best wishes for you to uphold ur skills in writing poetry...

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  13. UnknowmMay 5, 2020 at 7:12 AM

    I wish I could a bird.
    குளிர்ந்த மரநிழலில் நின்று--நினைவகளை எங்கோ வைத்து விட்டு
    பார்வையை மட்டும் பறவை மீது வெற்று விழிகளால் உற்று நோக்கும் நான்
    இன்று உன் கவிதையை கண்டு உணர்வு கொண்டு
    நானும் பறவை ஆனால்
    என்ன என்று என்னுள்
    விழைகிறேன்.
    பறக்க முடியாது என்னால்
    எனினும் பறவைக்கும்
    எனக்கும் பெரிய வேற்றுமை இல்லை என்றது என் மனம்
    இந்த பறவையை விட உன் பேனாவாக இருக்க வாய்ப்பு தருவாயா என் மகளின் தோழியே.!
    I really grateful to comment about your poem.God bless you.keep writing.
    கனவுக்கும் கற்பனைக்கும்
    தடை இல்லை... waiting for the reborn of wordsmith.

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    1. LakshaMay 5, 2020 at 8:45 AM

      Thank you so much...your words are really motivative Aunty ..💗💗

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  14. LakshaMay 5, 2020 at 8:47 AM

    It's very kind of you..feeling very grateful after knowing all of your comments...Thanks for all your love and Support ..Happy Reading 😊😊

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  15. R KumarMay 5, 2020 at 9:56 PM

    It was a journey with bird inside and outside the cage to know how a bird feels in and out of cage, blissfully and painfully is all about this "New journey".

    Bird in a tree shall know this so that it will not get caged.
    Bird in a cage shall know this so that it will find opportunity to come out.

    Nice.

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    1. LakshaMay 8, 2020 at 9:04 AM

      Thank you so much for your patience to read my poem sir.Your words are absolutely true.Thank you for your valuable comment sir.

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