Freedom
The bird looked forlornly up in the sky,
There was a cloud floating away.
She longed to be there with the cloud,
But her wings were tied up,
She couldnt fly
Then one day the cloud melted,
Came down as rain.
The drenched
bird now looked up
But no cloud was there,
She wept in misery
I am here, a sweet voice, she could hear
Another bird was sitting beside her.
She knew now
The cloud was love,
And it brought her soul to her,
Now she can fly with it to eternity
Shilpa Srivastava
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