The little bird chirps its happy song Knows to this place it belongs Every morning on the window sill Sings its wake up song Full of hope and possibilities Welcomes the new Dawn
Different people Characteristics same The similarities distinctly evident To the eyes Evidently hidden The mind agrees Challenge Hidden to be revealed What’s the deal
The Indian black berries Bitter sour, tad bit sweet Humble fruit Low in cost Benefits high Sold everywhere in the month of June
Bought it off from a vendor off the street Especially sold these Segregated in three baskets Each priced as per the size, way too high from the market price Quality not compromised
Does life treat you the same Quality quantity, a few adjectives to name
The eyes wander in search of knowledge As the butterfly flutters between flowers in search of sweetest nectar Skipping the pitcher flowers And the spider’s ornate dew soaked webs
The tongue and the heart Enriched by the nectar Know no thirst, wordless Meditate, all sated
The mind of all Knew the taste The nectar of life Experiences every day That come your way