Migration

a poem by Purushothama Rao R

Dusk or Dawn
Rain or Shine
Delight or Despair
Birds enjoy migrating to North ward fonts

Above the sky
Across the seas
Away from natives
Birds enjoy embracing east word tours

Chill and shrill Winter Moons
Scorching and starching Summer Noons
Gales, Thunder showers or Cyclonic storms
Birds enjoy to continue their westward flights

Cool and breathing breezes
Helpful and hopeful features
Green meadows spring – in songs
Birds enjoy fully their east ward jaunts

How beautiful the natures creations
How wonderful are GOD’S presentations
With no maps in hands and no magnets in minds
Birds enjoy all their blissful error free fleets