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I fly far fetching food for the family;

Never found sufficient enough,

Sometimes, wind veers me,

At times, I veer the wind

Never known the destination

Never ever aimed at one 

Just held on to the goal finding food 

With perished dreams and goals 

Madly and fiercely finding one or other 

And kept on feeding myself and them 

One fine day it dawned that 2 decades just passed 

Without even valid moments of purpose 

Just the survival as an evidence... 

Whatever be the course:

Bumpy and parched or smooth and springy 

Never noticed the beauty and peace 

Always home is the place my heart lied 

Joy or sorrow mom is the soul I surrender…

When I ran back to mom and home,

They are nowhere to find now…

Being orphaned and homeless is never my choice!

Though I chose to be a free-willed spinster bird!