The poet sitting on his desk, thinking about her,
scribbling his feelings on a paper,
as if today he will make his heart out.
Remembering their beautiful times,remembering tangerine moments,
he stared two love birds making love, seemed like made for each other.
But far from them was another bird staring them,
supposedly he was regretting something.
He seemed to be filled with ruefulness ,
like something was hidden in his heart.
The bird turned his eye from them,
seemed like he wanted to make him away from them.
There was a feeling hidden inside the bird which he could never confess,
which he kept only to him and which he is regretting now.
What if he would have gathered courage and spoken out his feelings?
what if he would have poured out his heart to her?
Maybe she would have been with him,
maybe they would have made a better duo,
& finally he would have never regretted.
.
Suddenly the bird flew away,
flew as high as he could,
as if he has no regrets now.
as if he is free from all tribulations.
He seemed to be happier,
he seemed to have taken re-birth.
The poet crumbled & threw off the paper
like nothing is left to say,
and nothing is left to be sad for.
Now a new life begins,
full of enthusiasm and spirit.
A recreated person with new energy has taken birth.
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