The Finch...

Like a finch I fly, with pride & zeal, Keeping this in mind, that I’ll be trapped for a deal. Each day I fly, without a hunch on my wing, My little beak opens, for melodies to sing. My tweet & my chirp, soothe unpleasantries of life, Because that is the only motto, of a tiny finche’s life. I hover in open fields, all alone I go, I was born in a nest, where I couldn’t steal the show. Mother Finch Father Finch, I owe you no hatred, Because the shell of my egg was kept very sacred. HE knew I was HIS, HE didn’t take any chance, With all beautiful colours, HE chicked me in trance. Wet after hatch, I was ugly & shitty, Fondled & cared by joy, sorrow & pity. Today I fear, no barb no thorn, My Life isn’t easy from, eve to morn. Neither is it joyous, because I wear a fake smile. I’ve to make laugh others, else, HE’ll trail me in exile. Mother Finch lives no more, but she left me few seeds, The seeds were of folklores, which taught me good deeds. Far at the horizon, the sun is about to set, C’mon let me live my life, before I’m trapped dead in a net. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)