ALEESH DUBEY - Ostrich

I look so beautiful, my neck long, slim and trim,
My feathers are pretty but my life is grim,
Though I belong to the species of bird,
My plight for flight is never heard,
I am flightless,
No one is there to bring me out from this mess,
I never felt the lap of sky,
I am flightless, I did not try.
My mouth is big; I stand tall and high,
But it's a pity that I cannot fly.
I move fifteen feet in a single step,
For a bird, being in sky is a different pep.
Milky white feathers with large physical structure is given by the god, My enthusiasm to fly in the blue sky is not heard even by the lord.



Aleesh Dubey, M.Com, (MBA) .
INDIA

ALEESH DUBEY

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