Poetry 10 :- A tiny little bird !!

A tiny little bird
Whistling continuously on a distant tree
Intrigued by her sound, 
I walked & reached the guava tree.
Fanning her wings,
Jumping from twig to twig
Chirping continuously as if calling her friend,
I wonder- whom is she searching for?
Suddenly, the sun emerges in the sky, 
For a moment, I felt 
her friend has come shining for her
But, she continues with her whistles
And after some time, she takes a pause,
Finally flies high up in the sky
May be she was doing her riyaaz!! 

A sketch by my friend


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