The Lone Bird
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Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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I watch this lone bird
down the sky
hesitant to fly
folded wings, drawn in,
self-denied
What does it carry that heavy,
that persuades,
not allowing it to raise a wish
inside to rise and try?
An unattractive sky?
A mind, perhaps,
that reminisces that reaffirms
to fall prey, not
further again
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