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”I had a bird in my hand,
a beautiful bird,,,,,
but one day, she flew away,
and never returned
and when returned,,,,,,,,,,
her heart was wounded for me,
yes, I had a bird in my hand.
was it my mistake.?
Why she left me. ?
Just because I wanted her to be in my hands forever?
Just because I always feel relax being with her. ?
yes, I had a bird in my hand,
may be, I had taken her independence,
Independence of her life,
Yes, she too have a right to live
coz she is a bird, and she too have a right to fly
What I want.? What am I? Should I cry?
Why should I take her life for my living?
yes, I had a bird in my hand,
I want her to be in my hands, opened hands
and be with me forever, and never fly away
but I know, she will fly away from my opened hands.
And I cant make my hands close
yes, I had a bird in my hand,
but now,
She is free
Free of her soul, her mind
but what can I do with it. ?
The only way out is death
death of my feelings, my emotions
and now I can only say
I am Dying to survive, coz,
I have lost the bird in my hands"
The End
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