A Bird…

a poem by Santosh

A bird,
flying high,
in the sky.

I am watching,
it’s flight,
the ease,
with which it flies.

With the wings
opened and wide spread,
playing with the
clouds and the air.

Alone in the vast space,
the bird,
away from the world of concern,

I watch,
not only the bird,
also my mind.

I ponder,
when it will be,
so calm and quite,
when it will take the leap,
in the skies.

When the easiness,
to my mind will come?
when will I hug the clouds,
and play under the sun?

When will I say to GOD,
welcome! welcome!! welcome!!!