Musing 37 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Bird is circling over the little hillock,
Shadow random of wings unfettered
Sharp seeking its being in grasses and heaths,
Bird has just abdicates its nest forever
And will never together with the flocks
To synchronize the twitters amid the cluster of meadows.
It knows not when will it finish it's punishing rounds
For returning early to feed the chicks before the sunset.
It has hovered relentless through out the day
And by night will trek the high hills of oblivion.