A bird with golden fur

Wings with some golden fur,
I will fly making memories sure.
The steady state me with solitude,
Rejoice with generative aptitude.
Most of joy come from heaven,
The more high I fly make no burden.
The trees beneath me call my name,
Ask me to fly safe and return with fame.
The justice and prejudice I wanna talk,
Discuss with my love with a bulk.
I feel grateful the golden fur door,
But the golden fur made me effort more.
Natural fur can not a burden,
I realised that this but not sudden.
The more high and distance to cover,
I should have make attachment over.
Attachment leads sorrowfulness,
I cry laugh astonished with bitterness.
People often call me mad,
I know that mad is not bad.

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મારી શાળામાં
સ્ટાફ રૂમની બારી પર
એક કાબર આવી રોજેરોજ સંગીત પીરસે છે
હું ના જોઉં ત્યાં સુધી આલાપ ચાલુ રહે
પરંતુ, હું જોઉં એટલે તરત તે એક નજર કરશે
ને, પછી ઉડી જશે !
મને રીઝવવાના પ્રયાસમાં એ તો સફળ થઈ ગઈ છે
પણ, હું... ?
હું આ ગાય કે બકરી જેવો કેમ નથી?

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Sandpipers flying in the sky on a clear moonlight or when the white duck flies to another pond at dusk...
Their flocking is not a difficult geometry...
No, they dont know any difficult formulas of metaphysics...but they know survival rules..
In human life, we forget all the rules and regulations when we lose interest in living....
Neither any book nor any formula can teach us if we do not learn from nature...

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"With every chirp at sunrise, birds remind us that each day holds new dreams waiting to be pursued.

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Birds are more romantic than Humans, and more faithful too, right?

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When she is with me, she feels like a free bird,
No cage of fear, no harsh, binding word.
Her laughter flows like a stream through spring,
Eyes full of dreams, ready to take wing.
With every smile, she sheds all her past pain,
In love’s warm sky, she soars once again.

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You need to have courage to not be a sheep
But I don’t want to be a shepherd and not the wolf either
I want to be the bird of prey at the apex of my food chain so nobody
f*cks with me
I want to be free to sh*t on somebody’s head top whilst I’m
flying through the sky

@hilthepoet

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I am a river splitting into many streams, losing my force in trying to feed them all.

I am a warrior surrounded on all sides, yet still standing with pained heart

I am a kite pulled by too many strings, struggling to stay in the sky.

I am a soul scattered like fog in the wind — everywhere and nowhere

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The bird was carefree and self sustained.
She flew in skies with dreams unchained.
She was flawless to everyone around.
Her mighty wings were unbound.

One day, she was told to leave the skies
and abandon her familiar paradise.
She was lost in knots of right and wrong,
lost in a world where she did not belong.

Until one day, she learned the courage
and refused to stay a lifelong hostage.
She fluttered back to her blue expanse
for that was her one and only chance.

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