A Tale Of A little Bird. (Fictional) The dainting painting are all around, And that pleasant sehnai sound. Provoke the sleeping wings of a peahen, For the first time,dances in rain. With all enthusiasm she flies here and there, Having unbaked heart,has nothing to share. As she has just come out of the nest, This illusionary world teaches her the rest. From hopscotch to skipping, And it's unprepared vocal and singing. Somewhat full of innocence face, The heart is totally out of worldly race. Things go change with it's first flight, As time has come to learn wrong & right. A part of it converts with its land, Bird has been attracted by odour of wet sand. A phenomenon takes place in the function, The bird gets to see its reflection. Having beautiful diamond stoned wings, At the door of her heart,a peacock rings. For her it is quite amusing and shocking, The door is closed but he keeps on knocking, A time comes when he begins to roar, With a heavy heart,she opens the door. #ATaleOfALittleBird. part-1
