Bluebird (A poem)


There is a bluebird sitting in my yard
Singing so gracefully, gives a bright start
Your fine prsesnce in summers and spring
Comely blue plumage, on a branch u cling
Its said u carry sky on back
How  a tiny nester can so much take
Its human boastings, I ve always found
playing Ace, or fake braggings around
But dear bluebird, you so humble
Carrying  sky , yet never mumble
Sung equal for king and ordinary
Open Sky, alike and same for evrybody
Why can’t we find such beautiful beings
Status and ranks these mortals seeing
So dear bluebird! hurry back after winter
Hope it  proves to be a sprinter
My query would be the secret for humility
coz Vanity and Pride is a virtue in  Nobility.

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