Migratory birds fly
Stretching feathers in the air
Depart from the country to country
In winter, summer and rain.
They go from one country to another country
Away, far way along the horizon
In due time comes back again
They come back at home in that distant.
They know when and where to stop
They rightly know the path
They know when and where to return
When time come they come back to their own tree.
This is how the migratory birds
Fly around the earth in their own way
Through which sign they fly
As if the world in under their wings.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2022 21:29
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
such a wonderful read
escapism within words, made me yearn to fly free
in my life, like the birds...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Inspired by your nice words. Much appreciated.
Man, birds seem pretty cool. Why the hell did I get picked to be a person when I could be lively peacefully as literally anything else?
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