As I was walking along a garden lost in my worldly thoughts I saw a captivating flower got smitten by its looks
I paused for a moment could see nothing like its own its beauty marvelous wild urges emerged unknown I tried to reach there to know how it feels to own I finally got what I desired until its beauty mellowed It was mine now but somehow can't comprehend it seemed just like the others and I felt withdrawn
Dismayed with this incident I moved ahead in bemusement walking along my house's pavement my eyes caught a bird's movement it was precious just as I heard in tales It had the colors of rainbow as was told in folklore a yearning desire subtly closed my eyes and my earlier dismay lost in memories
It was elusive and difficult to tame I had my maneuvers and deceptions to lure in my pursuit lost sense of all directions what's right or wrong I couldn't answer I was moving onto unfamiliar places so far from knowns & acquaintances alone as it was full of strangers dismayed as they too were searching for something or the others
I wondered why people come this far till they forget who they are in the quest for success or whatever will ever they'll be content thereafter these thoughts reverberated to the core and I lost my interest in the bird of folklore.
Will we ever be content or keep chasing the folklore bird