Spreading Wings

By Nishma Sovani

Inside a silver room

walls embellished with morganite

a ray of sunlight shines through

bringing in the ringing sound of laughter from outside.

The tranquil hush of a waterfall

echoes softly through the room

blush blossom petals descend behind a delicate veil of mist

while with bluebells and tulips the damp earth is abloom.

Yet a curtain of hopeless gloom hangs above

dolorous eyes gaze out in a silent plea

and even amidst the waterfall and bluebells,

the only real beauty is in a bird set free.

By Nishma Sovani