In the beautiful morning
I woke up
And saw a lovely bird soaring
High in the sky with complete freedom,
It was a wonderful feeling for me,
Soon I fell asleep again
With great peace and serenity,
Long time elapsed,
I woke up again,
But then I saw a lean and pale bird
Sitting on the thin branch of a sick tree,
It was unable to fly,
Being sad and dejected,
I could not sleep any more.
The contrast, thats what you tell here. Its beautiful to see how things can be perceived differently by similar event... slightly differences made this. Good one Anjandev!
Oh, that was a tragic and unexpected twist! ! ! very unique write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A positive sign can make us feel energized, but a negative sign will douse all our enthusiasm! This contrast is beautifully drawn!