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She is the mocking thrush
who on the high end branch
sings and perch
laughing at the world
on human errors…
Ah! she imitates in a hoarse voice
satirical,the cons of a
power game
and money launderers of
the affluent race
she hums the low note in tears
twitching her beak in anxiety…
hypocrisy ! thy name
of every face which dons the mask
while innocents become prey
to the hungry mouths of
greed and misery …
in melancholy ,she serenades
about the empty stomach of thousands
homeless shelter innumerable,
falter who on every path
while
a gory dagger butches
life
somewhere in the dark hours
echoes intermittently when the din of
explosion
haunting the survived ones;
wonders the mocking thrush:
“Oh! how I wish to sing a song
of love and serenity
shall I ever sing a tune
melodic and blissful”,
hiding amidst the camouflaged rue
soumyav 
So, even birds know the power and joy of music; our greatest healer
I think you sing very sweetly my friend 🙂
🙂 Thank you John.. for your ever encouraging words
Love this part “Oh! how I wish to sing a song
of love and serenity
shall I ever sing a tune
melodic and blissful” Always love! ❤
So good to see you here Vikram, after long… Glad you enjoyed the piece
Superbly written. The potent money launderers! How they can fall from grace, we can never know.
Thank you so much Vishal… True ,such has been the system of our society