Monday, 19 January 2015

Just like a little kid,


Rebelling in innocence.
Our little blue bird,
Plays peek-a-boo
To be heard .
Yardstick of parenting is what comes handy .
But blue bird yearns hard for the red candy .
There's a blue bird,
Hovering inside me .
If he's clever then so m I,
I won't let this moment of action pass by .
Ignited by the hopes of a new dawn these rings of fire,
Won't see a box called withdrawn .
Bird will fly high,
So shall  his tamer.
This is the story of a blue bird
Taming his own master.

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