Migratory bird

Sitting under the evening sky,
Clear due to arriving winter with a shade of blue.
Enjoying slight breeze blowing,
& the early setting orangish sun.
Suddenly a flight of birds became visible,
Moving firmly yet smoothly forming constellation.
Some are of concave shape but some  convex,
Some forming arrow & some figures are unidentified.
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There arrival is not something unique for me,
As every year during this season they arrive.
Rescuing themselves from the harsh frosty winter,
They fly away from Russia, ukraine, Norway etc.
Though they are named as 'migratory birds',
My father has named them "foreign angels".
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Usually moving to a desolate land,
Is their first preference.
Yet some of them are seen in the city too,
Like lake in Alipore zoo, Autumn-ghat etc.
Though I'm not an ornithologist,
Neither have much interest in birds.
Yet every year visiting them at least for once,
Is the habit because of papa's love for them.
Hundreds of birds covering the lake,
White coloured or with black patches.
Some having big beaks while others small,
Some large or even small.
Yet extremely beautiful, one better than another,
Portraying beauty of the nature.
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Listening to sweet&melodious chirp of them,
Makes me realise about the tactics,
'Music/song makes hard-job easier'.
Moreover, they make me jealous,
Jealous of their freedom to travel the world.
It's so peculiar that inspite of no VISA or passport,
Still they can be identified of their  nationality.
(Unlike we humans)
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The beautiful little birds travelling such huge distances,
To preach us about love & peace.
While flying high in the evening sky,
It seems they hold hands of each other.
Which depicts of unity & friendship.
They teach we humans,
Joy & enthusiasm is the only symbol of 'Yes!we are alive'.
They teach us that this life is migration from God,
& ultimately we have to return to him back.
Like this the poor little souls,
Teach us many lessons of life.
Now its up to us, weather we grasp it or not.
-Fauzia Afteen