Knot
I know this sky is not for me
My love Birds have to sing somewhere else.
Should I cage them for whole of their life?
Or should I hold them in the misery of your slavery?
They will see pink clouds one day
On that day your grey sky will become short
And you will see the rays of those Birds on their sky!
Those Birds Actually…
Bring colors on my sky…
They are the only sky on my ocean.
This poem is about:
Me