A Winged Corner (An Original Poem)

A Winged Corner

There I sit in the corner
Whispers following me again

For neither do they, nor I care
I write and scribble to be engaged

Watching birds take off outside
Enjoying the freedom they deserve

Flying from places to places
Enjoying the breeze upon their feathers

Oh, I wish I could fly, run and even fall
But here I am sitting in the corner

Isolated, where no one knows
'Strange' I am being called by friends

But, I have my companions in a corner
Their chirping reassures me all the time

Filling me with pride
Despite the restlessness inside.

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Thanks for lovely picture, Pixabay

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