A little birdie who lived in a forest was caught by a hunter and taken to the town. There she met many people as she was bought and sold, she shifted through many cages and many homes.
When one fine day , after many months of staying captive a little boy opened her cage and her wings said hello to the wind again.

As she returned back to her forest, she was asked by her friends about her experience with humans.

Below she describes them saying they are no different but very similar to the branches found on the tree in this forest.

Oh humans ~ Oh humans !
so open yet so closed
just like these branches
That I have forever known.

They are twisted and turned
some are hollow souls burnt
think highly of themselves
Alas! but so unlearnt.

They are soft and vulnerable
some are tough to the core
some tanned and tamed
some stout forever ashamed.

few are green yet parched
some bare some shallow
hopeful yet hollow
with forked egos and bloody fingers.

some with a lot of unrest
some young with loads on their chest
seem stubborn and crooked
cracked at the focal.

latching like a creeper
holding on strong to the leaves of life
each of them trying to survive
in this big race called life.

I wish they had wings like me
So they could soar up high
breath in some fresh air
I wish they could just for once
feel alive.

but alas they are just like branches
with no mind of their own
they grow imbibe then die
some get buried
some go under the pyre.

© Preeti S Manaktala

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