A snow white crane floating freely with the wind
With her delight and freedom in her wings,
Crossing over the meadows and the green fields
Over the rivers, villages and rows of hills.
It was flying in abundance on her two wide wings
Along with the white clouds moving with grace.
Suddenly the rhythm got broken and hurt
With an arrow In her tender chest stopping her flight.
The innocent bird was falling helplessly with pain
And fell in my lap with it's mission in vain.
Saw it with a pool of blood and the arrow,
Heaving my heart with full of sorrow.
O' my innocent loving bird - you being so nice!
Who is that heartless fellow, arrowed the poor bird?
Attending the poor bird with fullest care
And held it lovingly to remove it's fear.
Put my warm hand over it's shivering body
Caressed her to solace it's pain.
You live in the realm of my love and peace
I'll try to give you back your freedom and the bliss.
O' my innocent bird being so nice!
Who is that heartless fellow, arrowed the poor bird?
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Amitava (11.06.2014) 2-00 pm
Amitava Sur
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