A Man and a Bird

The way we walk and way we talk would be subtle to someone...

Once we angry, once we paranoid,enough said and done...

A crow makes nest gathering grass and all those thrashes...

A man just thinks to light a match and burn it to ashes..

Ever thought a bird flys and what does he think...

A blue world,A transparent life all written in a black ink..

Should it be a silly human life,which a bird despise...

Or a human in his action,which is as cold as ice...

It would be always least that a bird can do..

A human analyses and calls it a bird's view...

The life of a human just takes it and goes through..

Some beg for money,Some beg for love,begging is all we do..