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I am unlike my siblings lost in lush green jungle...
I am, but an insignificant part of the cemented bungle;
I would like to call myself a metro bird...
For the lack of celebrity identity and a better word.
Day after day i lay perched upon my metallic nest...
Watching the world and musing with untiring zest;
It shouldn't surprise you when i talk the metro lingo...
Trying to narrate my thoughts to you in all the gung-ho.
It is the same sight for me almost everyday...
From sun rising behind me, to the wails of the tiny tots two blocks away.
Rumbling engines and jostling pedestrians on rambling roads...
Impatiently ignoring the reds and greens, a chaos that forebodes.
As i glide low and sit on the rusted postbox...
I eavesdrop on my daily dose of intellectually debilitating talks;
While the kindergartens mull on the munchies packed for the break..
Their doting moms discuss last night soaps as if they had a monetary stake.
My next stop would be on the blinking traffic lights...
Pruning my auditory feathers, i get ready for another round of insights;
This time it is the hormonal teens giggling and glancing at their counterparts..
While the so called grown ups swearing on fellow men in fits and starts.
I fly back quickly to my nest and so do the time...
As i take a peak of grumbling housewives doing their chores unexpecting a dime;
On the back drop of hissing cookers and humming washers, i lull myself into a drowsy siesta...
Only to be awakened by the screaming kids, i enjoy the drowning red orb vista.
Suits hung around shoulders and ties loosened to chest arrive the men..
After a day of hard toil, they enter their seemingly safe den.
It seems like an hour or two, before they re-emerge in sparkling outfits...
Hand in hand with their spouses...blissful...i say to self "what a nitwits!"
It would be time to rest my wings..sometimes under the moon and sometimes not...
Pondering over the pointless lives of everyone tied into a knot;
Some profound thoughts occur to even my "bird brain"...
How these are missed by the "intelligent" species..this i cannot explain.
There is no change in their lives i think...
Except for the thickening bellies and thinning calendars;
There is no change in their lives i think...
Except for thickening egos and thinning hearts.
Tired in the race of Life,they give up too early...
When the sunny days of their life suddenly turn surly;
What is the panacea for this i ask?
What is the truth that they need to unmask?
It lies clearly in front of their eyes...
To be, with their fellowmen, compassionate and nice;
There is no room for hatred and vice...
to love one and all would just suffice.
this is the message from the metro bird...
this is the truth that needs to be anchored;
If you liked this lone bird's good word...
spread it to stabilize the humanity that's wavered.
