Friends and Fiends

While friendly interrogating my bizarre self
and fondly finding fault with the
 feminine facts in me, I mocked at myself:Look at the world
having fun with friends, loving each other
and being loved, no boundaries, no egos, no talks behind,
no irritating faces, no grumbling,
no shouts, no cries.

 Look at you, you are an island,
where a few visitants come and go,no one built a home
to be a resident, only a few birds who would fly in and
back,you wanted to house them, they wanted 
to be migrants, smirk at you,then chirrup.

My conscious from the state of subconsciousness,
raised to my eyes, just to ask,
"don't roof the migrant birds which seek season's
arrival, don't feed them and nurture them. 
Its time for us to love ourselves rather than
 nurturing others, let us love our own soul and be happy."

Published by rekhashivam

Reading and writing is my passion. Philosophy, gender, Fiction, Mystery,Education, Thriller,I prefer these genres. But I must admit I am not a prolific writer. Just that I want to express and feel myself. Honest comments are heartily welcome.

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