Dark Lane And Golden Bird
Wandering in a deserted street ,
Perplexed and confused
Stumbling and stultified ,
Is it what monotony induced ?
There from a dark lane ,
Appeared a golden bird.
Looking at which his eyes sparkled
Its beauty inexplicable in a word
In desire to get catch of it ,
He ran towards the dark lane,
He searched out of infatuation,
But all attempts in vain
But he gave up not,
Indeed went deeper and deeper.
Coming across many storms and dragons,
He fought it with same passion with problems steeper..
Strengthening his nerves against ,
The nerve rackening nature’s jeer.
For it being a blessing in disguise
To get him his dear
Finally he reached the magical land,
And got his dear’s glimpse.
Catching the golden bird,
He thanked the dark lane and wince…….
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