Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

One such day when I was bored
Thursday, summer, afternoon
Opened a book and heaved a sigh
Just to get a theme to write
But nothing came inside my head
However I did force myself
The only bird in my hand
Fluttered it's wings and flew away
Far away that I had to
Walk for twenty seconds to
Reach for it and pick it up
Repair a broken beak so that
I could sit down just to write
Spent time thinking for a while
And only one thing came in mind
A poem would do good for worse
Short and sweet one be of course
It was then my little bird 
Scratched it's beak, on my book