Bird on my window sill
Like a deadbird
on my window sill
that choked to death
after eating the poisonous
shrub!
That shrub felt like hope,
oozing with pure poison,
Little did the bird know,
it would be its last,
meal
and quest!
I saw it,
trying to devour,
the shrub,
maybe thinking to itself,
what a treat it had found,
how lucky,
how blessed it must have felt!
Aren't we all like this bird?
Taking toxins bit by bit,
slowly dying our death!
Aren't we sitting on our window sills,
looking at the world,
while we devour our life,
and not realize,
any bite could become,
our last!!
Tanzila
