Fidgety wings brush the rough branches Looking hither and thither, an inquisitive idler Playing with the last rays to reflect on day’s labour Fruitless and famished, city life is abominable Solitary mind reverberates to erode symbol of freedom Wings become weak and vulnerable Skies do not hold nostalgia but smoky screen of turmoil Celebration of decadent ideas is evident “Choking the pure essence of life”, … Continue reading Restless Wings