I can hear the silence..
but can't listen to the loudness..

I see my reflection
In the river, shaky rippling waves, free
Unlike in the mirror, steady, caged

My bright yellow plumage
You see every time
Colours of the summer, shine

Melodious I sing
By the river shore
My twittering song, encore

Snow sprinkled branch
Brown bird perched on

Pecks on frozen fruits
Red and ripe, preserved

Feathers fluffed
Keeps warm in winters

On the leaf litter it sleeps
Where the snow is not as deep

Think of "WE", not just of "I"...
In this process of stating facts, you'll surely be questioned— "Why?"
Just stick to your point, what's the need to "justify"?
When they'll understand, they themselves will "identify" —
Truth was always there and it'll never "die"...
It may take some time but one day this truth will definitely conquer the kingdom of "lie' " !

I don't know why
till I look at the sky
I cry and I cry and I cry
only the Moon
only the Moon
drawing my pain like a tide

only the time
only the time
and in time I will forget
until I see
the same Moon again
shining one sign to the left