I am restless and not at peace
Life seems out of gear and not at ease
What do I want to pick as thread?
No idea how to move forward and lead

I am almost dead
No messages a re properly read
Where do go and plead?
Is life only meant to survive and be led?

My courtyard is full of small birds
Their choice is funny and distinctly heard
They make all beautiful melody
Nice to hear and enjoy by everybody

What do they try to convey?
We have no time to survey
We only watch them in dismay
See their beautiful move silently and stay

I found easiest way
Keep mum and no more to say
Observe tiny happy land here
Why to worry about whole world and go somewhere?

I found soul, life and beautiful means
There were sparrows, parrots and pigeons
That cuckoo making fine melody and songs
Prompting me to think for never going wrong

I hear passionately deep voice
Calling me near for making promise
Life is precious and not to be wasted
It is simple thing to be tested

I vow to think and shed no tears
All birds melody stored in ears
I may get them in memory for all the times
Take fine clue when in dilemma sometimes