clouds hull over sky
the canary sits on a branch beside
choosing the melody of yearning under the sky
neither far nor near
no horizons to rely
the sea seems calm
the seagulls flying high
the young on cliff
dazed by choices of time
whether to plunge or hold back for sometime
the morning seems bright
the lark should be on time
yet the shiver keeps it back
what shall it choose this time
these birds prey upon duty
running in cycle of life
wonder what dwells
A call of duty
or stop at blanket of rhyme
Wonder to take the instructions
or turn a blind eye
sincere since long
never a rebel born inside
a bloom
struggling to open as flower upon branches high
wonder will the rebel hurt
was always a sheep of a kind
is it okay to be a black sheep sometime?
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Good write S.
Thanks Orchi
Life would be dull of it were always light and cheery.
And who's to say the black sheep isn't sometimes the white sheep. Good write Spills
So true dear Sax
Life is full of ups and downs
Only when we go down we realise the ups we have
And so true about black sheep
I was a black sheep. Now I'm grey perhaps. Maybe whiter as I grow older? No matter. Such a good write. Thank you for sharing.
It’s alright dear Rozina
Black or white how does it matter
Sheep or no sheep
Lion or no lion
Follower or leader
As long as one is happy, everything is just helms of life
Sharp lines with continuous stanzas suggest a pace to the poem .......It's incredible dear Spills..
Thanks a lot dear Nilanjana
I am glad you liked it
Yep it was sharp
I was nervous about if the transitions were smooth
So happy that you liked it
And your praise makes me elated
Thank you so much
Does the black sheep ever want to be just a sheep, or is his role already been plotted.
Plotted it thought it was
Until it realised not all goes down as noted
Something’s might be fated
While some can be created
No lines are fixed
One can draw and redraw
One can be sheep or black sheep or a lion too
If it’s all according to plot then what fun shall it be ?
I am proud to be the black sheep in a flock of polar opposites …. 👍😎❣️
So am I
Have been a white sheep for long
Now no long the black sheep is willing to sleep
I am proud to be the black sheep in a flock of polar opposites …. 👍😎❣️
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