“I want to be free like a bird, fly high up in the sky”.
We all must have said that once in our life.
When you see a bird, you see them fly.
However we miss to see how they struggle to survive.
When it rains, when it thunders, when there’s a famine...
We hide under the roof no longer desiring to fly.
Under a leaf, in a crack or in an old balcony shade,
They try to survive their so “desirable” lives.
Next morning with the rise of the light,
they see their month’s turmoil destroyed in pieces..
No trace of their home nor their child.
Living at the mercy of humans, their lives revolves.
Still we feel the grass on the other side looks greener, freer and evolved.
When you desire to be a bird,
Don’t wish to fly high but wish to have the strength to recreate,
Wish not to be afraid of the indestructible nature of universe,
Wish to be strong enough to digest the adversities,
Wish to be the bird of reality!
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