The bird

The birds soar high
Higher than the eyes can look
In the light of the sun
Where there is no law or crook

They look down from the clouds
Trying to understand the land
The vastness and greenery
Or the gloominess of the scenery

They fly above the industry
The plastic as well as the water
Hovering around till they sit
Because of all the exhaustion

Then they also see the attractions
The tallest building or the torch statue
And how people laugh and enjoy
But they think, is this the truth or a lie?

And we want to be like that bird
Soaring high above and seeing the rush
Feeling the wind on our skin
And the calmness of the sun

-Siddarth