I twitter, I chirp and I
sing to welcome every new morning. I add sweetness to the entire atmosphere
when it is dawn. I fly in the sky. The sky is sometimes blue, sometimes cloudy,
sometimes golden and sometimes gloomy. However, I have to stay happy always to
add musical effect to the new day in order to keep the day free from blemish.
Of late, people usually gaze at the flying aeroplanes and the helicopters, but
most of them usually find almost no time even to look at me. Still, I carry on
singing with a sorrowful and gloomy heart sometimes. The poachers are always
ready to hunt me, to kill my all and to ruin my family. They laugh a lot; yes,
they treat me cruelly in full swing. Still, I need to say that I, too, have my
own life, my own family, my own language, my own world and my own future. Many
writers used my quills as their pens in the bygone days. It makes my cup of
gladness overflow through and through. I try to live optimistically always.
Hence, I try to keep in my mind that a great number of poets, after all, have
dignified me in their creative pieces. I feel glad indeed to be the reason of
their smile, of their happiness and of their state of being spellbound,
captivated and motivated.
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