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A BIRD IT-S FEATHER

By Mannprit Gujral

The watch of my life is still

As if an empty tin

My mind asks me to kill

All my love and emotions but

Still my heart doesn’t listen

To it…

and want you till eternity….

Without you my life has become like a bird..

Without feathers

Your memories…. Every second

My heart gathers…

My proviso-Oh! Which nobody bothers..

Thereby making essential for both of us

To become, you my feathers and I your Bird…..

Flying together in this blue open sky

& saying everybody Good-bye…