The blue sky in it's utter delight,
captivates the impressions of the world
myriad and kaleidoscopic, revived from the grotesque dim,
the world is it 'dead or living'?
People struggle,
to prove their existence they juggle,
smothering inside with a fake smile
hoping to smoothen their lives the next mile.
A parrot i see,
engrossed in it's world of glee,
concealing it's attributes
it too hopes for a better fortitude,
not for it's own sake but for it's child
life would be charming with all it's might.
The sky closed down on the mighty creature
to survive in this brutal world is now a vital feature.
Lastly, still a speck of hope to find in this grand
design,
my mind flows out of it's bind
thoughts now produced are thus 'sublime'.
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