Migration That Harmonized

Quite and amble its dusk Halfway it’s dark Heed some shriek strange Noticed a crowd under the sky Migrated for some reason Moon lilt light to fly Butterflies that bolt to fly Sky took a lament shade The crowd looks a dotted line Sometimes a straight line or a bow A faction that never break Moves as plotted In a haste Migrated for some reason May be for food, or shelter I wonder why they don’t bag the food They can rest; rest of time Why get tired in this hot summer I can’t fetch or break that line It’s a harmony of migrated birds… ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.