The Power Within

There was this little bird perched on a frail branch outside my balcony on a windy evening. I was sitting looking out the French windows sipping my hot coffee, all ready to welcome the rain when I saw her. The wind was so strong that I started getting worried about the bird. It was only after a while that I realized the fact.

This poem is for that brave little bird.

Hold on, little birdie,

you're doing really well!

Your legs do not look sturdy,

But who am I to tell!

The wind and storm don't matter

Coz its in strength that you believe.

The gust, the branch may shatter,

But you'll spread your wings and leave!

~priya~