Restless Wings

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”, ruminates the messenger

Branched silhouettes draw an ominous scene©