Out of the Window

Looking out of my window; 

I see the birds fluttering and flying with the breeze,

Squeaking and chirping over canopies,

searching for seclusion and peace.

With Innumerable flights, failed or succeeded, 

their spirit remains undaunted,

Fearlessly claiming the sky as their territory,

they brush off all the thoughts unwanted.

What could we possibly seem like to them? Have you ever given it a thought?

Hopelessness shadowing your strength, are you aware of the battles they fought?

With Own journeys, and pre -defined paths;

How do we still manage to judge our counterparts?

Long way we have come but yet there is more to go,

Let's try to be real for, what is pretense and show?

The birds are still fluttering and flying with the breeze,

Squeaking and chirping over canopies 

Constantly searching for seclusion and peace.