They unlock each other's heart's lock, At the dance floor, they together rock. For them,it is the happiest stage, Totally unaware,they are in worldly range. It overs and the function ends, But a sweet pain it leaves. And when it comes to departure, They gonna miss,seems to their gesture. With a cross finger they depart, The bond goes stronger from all apart. Days, months and years past, Relation of two birds gets vast. Talking, laughing and that miscellaneous fighting, Day by day, gets brighter and exciting. After collecting enough of memory, Something happens, what we call irony. Memory fades, scenes becomes blur, The little bird is like an unfilled tumbler. She is quite alone when it rains, As the peacock gets the another peahen. Remembering the old days, burst our into tears, And all that pain she hides and bears. A lot of time she tries, Gets nothing in return and she flies. Always and always prays to my Lord. To anyone, don't create situation like the little bird. ~ Priya Mishra. #ATaleOfAlittleBird part-2
