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LOOKS LIKE A STUPID STORY THAN A POEM
MY FIRST POEM
An excellent poem 👌
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Congratulations prath for writing such a sweet poem.
Yes , it's definitely looks like a poem .
Congratulations for your hard work 🎉😘
Poem is all about your experiencing your feelings and emotions through fancy words. .
And definitely prath in "Bird " poem you have expressed your feeling towards a new born hatchling(baby bird) ,till it's become bird which is ready to explore world with its gentle fly.😊
Keep writing such a sweet 💓 poem.
You will get better and better.
Poem is all about your experiencing your feelings and emotions through fancy words. .
And definitely prath in "Bird " poem you have expressed your feeling towards a new born hatchling(baby bird) ,till it's become bird which is ready to explore world with its gentle fly.😊
Keep writing such a sweet 💓 poem.
You will get better and better.
Thanks 😊
Inside a white egg,of a gray bird,
Lies a little bird waiting to hatch
Thinking how the world might be,
It spends weeks inside, growing, developing.
With the same routine,
With the same mind , it moves
And realises it has grown and can no longer fit in the small space,
It starts hatching out and after half a day or so it has come out!
Out it comes, with no hair and closed eyes
It's parents are delighted to see their first hatchling in the dozen of eggs
Starts rasping with a little,sweet voice,
And starts the beginning of its small life in the big world
Hungry for food every ten minutes or so ,their parents scoop out and bring food for the hatchling
It watches it's siblings rise from their eggs and the work continues till half a week
Soon it develops it's black feathers and opens its eyes,
It sees the blue sky at first,and looks at the ground.
Seeing the trees and the sky ,it soon gets it desire to fly,
But it knows it's not ready,
It's just a matter of time.
After two weeks of boredom in the nest,it feels a power in its body,
And it's instincts say that it is ready to fly,
With a small leap out of the nest,it goes airborne,
A gust of wind carries it to 'god knows where'.
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