I don't know when the bird made their nest, On an entangled branch of memory Many times I thought to get disentangled But can't dare to break the house of bird The time kept passing And the entanglement rest as it is Many generation of bird passed Yesterday, where I was unable to scatter few straw There were many houses on that entangled branch today And with each & every moment of running time, The weight of houses start bending the branch Time after time by the weight of houses, The branch starts detaching from tree Slowly the time approach that moment When the entangled branch is ready to separate Now the new entanglement is What will happen to birds with this detachment.
बूँद a drop/ Boond a drop success is unpredictable but struggle is always defined by you.