A little bird comes to my window sill~by Shashi Gupta

 

 

A little bird comes to my window sill

A little bird comes to my window sill
Sits there and sings it’s melodious songs
I strain to hear through the toughened glass
But all I hear is the rumble of cars.

The sounds that deaden my senses are loud
But in the silence too I hear only you.
The soft whispers that brush against my lips
Are sweet to my ears and warm on my skin.

Games we play in this crazy world
Deafening sounds that unceasingly shout
Lets find a corner under the shade of trees
You and I, let’s retreat into a world of peace.

SG.