Comments about Amann Aroraa
The Young Birds
They are in a hurry, to join the flurry
Of the birds, that flies to the Sun.
Their claws are inching, the dreams are stitching.
To watch the world from the zenith of horizon.
In a tough race, they fly with grace-
The best their delicate feathers can manage.
The bloods in their veins, is now seen as stains
Dabbling their feathers, imperious to their courage.