The Bird

By Sneha D’cruz

Overlooking the shining fields, 

Saw a bird fly, chasing the train I was travelling on

Somehow it couldn't quite catch on with me

I was disappointed,

I actually enjoyed the beauty of the bird,

It bloomed a bliss in me,

Little did I know that it had a different destination and it flew over there,

But not with me,

And I wondered, if it would've caught up with me if it thought so,

And something lit in me,

Sharp Pain of sudden unrealistic expectations?

Maybe the realisation that this wasn't about the bird.

By Sneha D’cruz