Treasure Island

Ambrosia Ambrosia


A heartfelt gratitude to 'Master'


Ahha…..! Its been a month,
Since we reborn, me and my poetry.
Little bird with gentle heart full of tender feelings,
Longing to sing, but knew nothing-rhythm, tune.....
Hey….there enters the ‘master' bird;
Blessed with lovely heart, beautiful soul
And golden words to please everyone.
Newly born bird shyly pleads the ‘master' bird to preach.
There the gushing of songs of heart from little, immature bird!
What a respite thereafter;
All caged feeling set to fly freely.
Small things flavored the little bird's life;
Now life is so enjoyable, curious and more tolerable!
Silently young bird salutes her ‘master';
From speechless, yet humming heart!

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013

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Thank u sir, for introducing me to the beautiful world of poetry where only happiness persists!

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  • Frank (popeye) Pulver (11/25/2013 12:58:00 AM)

    To me that the bird, was your yearning to get out of captivity. And once you saw the freedom of life your feeling can be expressed and release your words of poetry. (Report) Reply

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