Musing 129 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Sky hazy impedes the rightful place of day
On fear of being spotted with the hearts despondent
on dancing spree incredible to wriggle out the plague
Of infirm wings unable to furl proper.
Chicks born weak for trying another round
From the branches under the immoral range
And tend to conceal their beaks behind the leaves
Strengthening their hide outs from any ray intruding.
They will never be birds responsible for hatching proper
To narrow down the gulf widening by escavation.