Stupid Bird

A beautiful morning dawned
As the sun rays cut through the clouds
And the little birds took to their wings
Happily wandering and flying around.

But one was left all alone
Busy pecking at the glass door
Amused I was to see it trying
To break the invincible glass and fly in.

I looked at the Stupid Bird
Strange that it chose to fight
That tough battle which seemed pointless
Instead of flying with the flock.

As i proceed to the industry shop floor
With big unyielding steps through the door
I see another Stupid Bird
Flying around the goblet of smoke

Strange that it made its home here
Amidst the bulky oily machines
And the dark dust that contradicted its color
Yet so cheerful and happy for itself.

As i fall into the pit of my thoughts
Taken aback with the peculiarity of these Stupid Birds
Slowly did it strike to my grey cells
That i too am a Stupid Bird.

Oh dear! I was bewitched with your magic
I find myself drowned in your love
Like a stupid bird fighting with the outer world
And I made your heart my homestead.

Then did I realize that these birds
Exhibited passion and not mere pettiness
And found happiness in weirdest of environs
Just because they belong there; like I, to you my dear!