The Cursed Bird

The Cursed Bird

As I lie doomed while I breathe my last,

The sky casts its spells on me with a cursed afterlife.

Upon my rebirth, in the body of a hatchling I see sky all around.

And those I left behind, now tread far below and faded from my eyes.

I too wish to rest my toes over the grass so green.

And plash the shimmering water when it is serene.

Wish I could fly so low to see the walking mortals in glee.

But my wings are cursed and this earth is a fireball for me.

They see me unwearyingly holding on to the top branches of the tree.

And poets underneath gaze at me and make an analogy to my state with nirvana.

But they know not; my predators would be more at peace,

To have me on their diet than see me poised on top of the trees.

The earthly mortals say, their soul leave for the sky as they breathe their last.

While my soul would dash to the ground as my wings flaps its last.

Every moment been edgy as long as my toes remained on the soil.

I've been cursed to remain caged and so I am doomed to be a bird.