A glide of a swallow across the sky,
A stroke of black on the sky's canvas blue,
Sweet melodies at the break of dawn
Soft, earnest like the cuckoo's coo.
Imbalance, destruction- enemies at the door,
Little do the birds know as they rest at night,
Struggling since dawn, choking on the darkness,
Even these tiny creatures have a war to fight.
Wanderlust, as my thoughts glide into oblivion,
The chirps fade slowly, as i sit 'neath this tree,
The realization striking me hard,
That our mother Nature is no longer free...
-Shambhavi
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Oblivion- nothingness
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