What's her story?

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What is your story?
A little birdie
On a stormy day
Separated from her flock
Lost her way

The time was difficult
The current was strong
Life came to a stand still
Everything seemed wrong

She flew aimlessly
In the wind and thunder
Whether she would live
She questioned deep down under

In eagerness she wondered
She looked here and there
There was neither roof nor cover
Available anywhere

Weather beaten and heart broken
She trembled in the rain
Yet help she didn’t seek
Coz others, she didn’t want to strain

As time passed
So did the storm
A ray of sun shine appeared
It made her soul warm

She woke up to a blue sky
Wondering how she survived
It could not have been luck
There were other forces that had worked

Prayers of friends
Their bribe to the Gods
To protect her and help her
Against nature’s swords

A few days later
Those winds had turned
The little lost birdie
Had recovered and returned

Comments

Urvashi said…
Simple n Inspirational..!!

I liked the lines -
"It could not have been luck
There were other forces that had worked

Prayers of friends
Their bribe to the Gods
To protect her and help her
Against nature’s swords" :)
January 29, 2010 at 7:32 PM
The Illuminator said…
One thing I see common in all the replies is the :)

That's what the story was all about! And it is real.

Thank you SG for the compliment. Good to see you again.
February 6, 2010 at 2:30 PM
Unknown said…
Wow... Simple and delivers a deep message.
February 13, 2010 at 7:47 PM
krupa.cc said…
something all of us can relate to someday or everyday!

good one !!!

:)- to keep the common thingy alive
April 18, 2010 at 8:33 PM
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