Wish

If granted a wish to be born again I should love to be born a little bird. I must've been a bird in previous life or why should I always dream of Africa and Antarcatica? why should else I have this desire to fly around the world to get lost among the hills to mingle among the clouds? I must have been a bird always like the ones which always fly from Siberia to Chilika from Chilika to Siberia. When I die I shall pray to Lord to make me a bird all over again so I can fly again all over the world singing of the thirteen rivers and the seven seas - or I would glide across the mighty Himalayas looking for bearded thousand year old rishis meditating on one leg praying for salvation - or I would fly off right to the North Pole to that Great Ocean of Milk, where my Lord sleeps happily, with a smile on His half-closed lips, waiting for me. Oh, how would I love to be a bird again - a coloured bird, a feathered bird a little bird - a humming bird!