The Children And The Birds Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

In the early morning
The air is filled with sound
Of birds engaged in short skirmishes
I smile at their innocence
Rush to pick one and love
But they won't ever fulfill my wishes

After much plumes are
Shed they shoot up towards
The sky as if stitched into a string
Their animosity gone
Swimming in the air up and
Down they move beating their wings

Going back with time
When we were children
Like birds we were cute and plain
Quarreling, fighting,
Teasing and shouting in games
We forget all and to be friends again

Children are like innocent
Birds draped in feathers of love
With dreams in their eyes to soar high
Unknown to the struggles
Waiting them ahead in their life
With wings of ambition always ready to fly