Lost in the beauty of nature, drowned in the serenity of soul.
Every glimpse is a lesson, every sound is a music,
Every snap is a beauty, every moment is peace.
A free-flying little heart, sung a song with all its heart,
People call it cuckoo, dancing high in sky blue.
Another flying beauty, is little imitating cutie,
People call it parrot, and cage it baiting a carrot.
A tiny little bird, kept in prison for years,
Without being heard.
The tiny soul released after ages, forget to fly,
Breaking all its cages.
Then I realised, a spirit should set free,
Irrespective of situation however they'd be.
A soul shouldn't be caged for long,
Which compels it forget it's identity along.
Fly high to be chase your self,
But don't mimic and mask yourself.
Fight through thousands of battles,
But stand still through million storms that hit you.
Atlast,
It's the scars not scares that define you.
~Harshita
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