My Soul Bird

I can hear the flutter...

The rustle of feathers..

The impatient tweets..

The restlessness of my little soul bird..

Craving attention..

She likes to fly...

Fly high and far..

Into the mysterious lands..

Into the wilderness...

I try hard to keep her calm..

With a beautiful song...

With flowers in my garden..

A walk around the neighbourhood..

But she is a wanderer..

I let her go..

And pray she comes back unhurt..

For I worry she'll see all the atrocities on  earth..

Get hurt in wild fires or missiles..

I worry what the mountains, stars and the clouds are going to tell her....

about the nasty creatures on earth called humans..

I wish my little soul bird comes back unhurt, humming sweetly as ever..

With all her chirpiness, joyful spirit, hope and optimism intact..

I wish and pray against all odds..

Preetha Raj