A bird..

O! Krishna! 

I was a bird puffing up 

With ego's wings 

Spatting loud my niche; 

But chasing and being chased 

I thought I was the bird of freedom. 

But when Time blew my wings 

I fell down forlorn 

On a bush I hoped. 

But your feet stood there 

To make my fall a surrender; 

You took me into your hands 

And placed me on your shoulder; 

I was captive in your love; 

Then alone I understood 

What is real freedom! 

Me, a falling bird, 

wings blown by Time. 

Srirangam Mohanarangan 

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