Birds I see in the sky,

a rainy afternoon.

Wet and chirpy,

flying freely by.

Circling, but high above!

Looking down

ever now and then.

With a glee in their manner,

Telling me to join them.

To Abandon the secure – dry, lands.

And warn me,

“No, No. don’t take a plunge!”

Instead “fly high!” They say,

Towards the limitless sky.

And view behind also

Like them,

Ever now and then;

To lure another one.

To escape the ‘grounds’

For the skies!

Join the birds.

Flying high and past

Leaving the ephemeral Grounds.

For the Real skies.

©️Deepti Vishwanath. January 2019.

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