birds

birds

they fly

in the sky

varied colours

I see in my eyes

they do chirp

and they do shit

they at times sing

a melody

and birds

they freely

roam the sky

birds

can I be

in the afterlife

NAMES

like identities they attach to us

we could have them many

on the body that remains the same

names we call out

and hear our own

so special it gets

that one name

from the day we are born

till the day

the land is tilled for us

names they are an influence

a power to some

a shaming for some

names

let’s know for ourselves

what do we want to be called

names

let’s know those

the world chooses for us

flowers

flowers, o many

of different shapes and size

soothing to the eyes

the treasure for the flies

a kind gesture

when offered

a symbol of beauty

when hair pinned

sometimes a path

for the one in honour

flowers they are

here and there

colours all that please

Nature

In the silence of leaves

The ones behind the fallen tress

Lays the chirp of the birds bright

I see colors

And it’s like wonder

Together walking the earth

All the might

problems

they seem like an ocean

when though upon

they are ever persisting

let’s just look over

bring thy name now

say your problems out

watch them washing away in the sky

flowy

water is abundant

found in the ocean

the rivers

the clouds of the sky

we drink

it we clean with

it is the major

in our body

a key

to life supply