A Bird In My Pocket

By Kavya Venkateshwaran

The suffocation is evident,

Yet she thinks of her nest no more,

She’ll stay there, she’s hell bent.

She is warned of the consequences,

She is told of her fate,

I whisper words of warnings…

I tell her, she’s being used as a bait.

“A bait?” She asks, “But how?”

“You are my Pocket’s best bet,

Of being the most used pocket in town,

The King Pocket!”

Oh, but that gullible bird seems to stay!

And now I do is hope,

For her to sneak a peek with a different view,

Of the world and learn to cope.

By Kavya Venkateshwaran