That bird in us!

When the melancholic evening,

Brings to her those delusions-

Of being at her nest-

Of being loved-

And cared with a delight…

She sighs and turns behind,

And to behold nothing-

But a broken string…

Attached to her wings!

In that pursuit-

Of crossing those limits…

Seldom had she thought…

She would be encaged forever… 

When she cut her strings and flew-

Deluded she was- of being free!

When she clutches the bough-

And stares at this vastness…

That caged her spirit…

In this melancholic evening-

She sings no songs about being bold!

But- about those longings to be at home…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Author's Note

Introspection of what lies within us...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, strong and wonderful poetry my friend.
"She sings no songs about being bold!
But- about those longings to be at home…"
The above lines. The need for the most of us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Deepak Belbase]

A very beautiful poem about self-learning. Yeah, we all have that part within Ourself. We all have that strange part that tells us to come back home and at the same time, it tells us to explore more. In my opinions, it is what we all have as a human.