Philosophy Of Nonsense

Birds fly with wings Come down and happily sing They know their limit Yet sky is for them to greet They are free and independent Think about no past but live in present There is no store for future That does not deter them to make sure We too have sky to express helplessness Why do we raise hands and bring gloom on face? Like birds we have hands Why can’t we trust them at the end? Birds have no place to live No permanent refuge but only trees to believe Why worry takes over entire peace of mind? Why do not we look at birds who lack everything of that kind? Why such thought never occur to our brain? Why unnecessarily we cause pain? Why we center entire blame on luck? Where as our mentality is mainly struck Both have independent approach Both have feelings too as such Birds do with their own sense Mankind is struck with philosophy of nonsense