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GulRukh Dec 2017
If I am a bird
Carelessly flies in the sky
Place to place
Tweet the world is mine
Go wherever I want
Chrip whatever I feel
Sit whenever I'll be tired
Never look my face in mirror
But I can see this world more clearer
Searching for a partner would be easy
No regret of being messy
Anywhere I built my nest
Like I have no regret
Little fights then
My short time memory wipes all away
No one let me down if my house is made of clay
And in peace i die one day
#BirdLife #Desire #BirdsHaveMoreFriendsThanMe
I believe the whole world is crying  
From the trash, population, killing  and violence
People killing her babies and wearing it for fashion
Killing her babies and calling it profit

Haiti felt her anger on a 7 point scale
And sometimes that anger washes up on land
The Midwest feels her wrath from February to April
Tossing houses and cars all in the air

The south feels her pains every summer
When she cracks her whips and yells like thunder
The north gets to know her heart
when she freezes over
And
The west may think they have it perfect there
But you can hardly see with all the debris in the air

And here in Texas we get it the worse
cause she keeps us hot ,dry and our land filled with thirst

Some brush it off cause they see a rainbow The birds chrip and the breeze blows
But she's not so different from you and I
Cause don't you smile after a good cry
Ally Apr 2016
My world is a little less dull with you in it
The birds chrip more gently and sing prettier songs
The sun shines brighter and the sky is more blue
Life is better and it's all because of you
Look at the full moon through my window!
Wonder where the future holds.
Birds chrip to my name
Night swallows my hope.
Till the next day
One spot seeps threw my window into my room and it's shining!
Open eyes can never be blind
Clouds cover the path of light
Shine, Moon, Shine.
                                                            ©MH
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
Without getting bore in chaos
He’s Staring at the things for hours

Mentally ill , physically dull
Buffering in every steps at all

Listening to the birds chrip
He’s staring and staring -
Hadn’t noticed red scar in his hip
Hypnotism hit him -

Becoming passionless
Sleeping and growing flesh

So now by God’s grace
He’s to aim for ace

Because -
He’s hypnotised now ,
Hypnotism hit him !
Follow me guys !

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