A BIRD WITH FRAGILE WINGS

                  
             "A BIRD WITH FRAGILE WINGS"          
           A bird
         A Little bird,
       An innocent bird diverged out from a protective shell,
       With an inquisitive look on its face,
    With the hope of learning,
   Yet with the little knowledge of world 'round.
  For little knowledge is a dangerous thing,
  Quite oblivious of that fact,
   Somehow off it flew to explore the beauty around the world.
 Soon a turbulent wind blew out its wings at one go,
  Leaving the bird altogether shattered,
A sense of impatience began to take origin'
 Its genuineness,flamboyance grew fainter,
An intricate task to consolidate them again,
  Dazed at the agony it endured,
  Lost itself in despair,
 With the pain ever-concealing,
 Still its heart longs for a consolation,
  A simple consolation,
 To refrain it from seeking the side of darkness,
  A side which assures nothing but a mournful moments.
 As the morning sun began to tin the horizon,
 An euphony of inspiration echoed around.
 Solace in the nest of her own,thought she
 A bird with wings but with fragile wings
  So young, So innocent!!