Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Close To My Window


She was flying in search of a nest
To call it her home
As she was looking here and there
With eyes so charming
Even though she was a little bird
I could feel her presence.
The presence she left by flying so close to my window
Since, only thing which parted us was the glass window
It gave me a chance to at least stare at her
With a childlike innocence of my heart
Her beauty was unmatched, she came so close to me
Charming little bird was surely princess of her species
Closer she came the more amazed I turned to be
Then she flew very far away, never to be traced ever again.

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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