A hope sits on the window sill every morning after the night darkening, With a straw of happiness in her beak to build a nest of compassionate dream… Persistent in her efforts, continuously she flies and gathers, each single strand of luck, with sincere diligent fervor. Sometimes bruised ,hurt or scratched, still then manages to fly with her broken wings of thoughts yet another golden morn! A hope I find chirping everyday singing a melody being happy and gay, sitting on my window sill every morning as I wake… PHOTOCREDIT:www.rspb.org.uk
soumyav 