Once Upon a Time from the window pane...

Once upon a time from the window pane,
I was starring at a 'Birdy lane'.

The birds seemed to absolutely free,
while sitting on that autumnal tree.
The tree being extremely variegated,
and none of them seemed to be agitated.

Starting from the top they were eight in all,
some fat, some tall, some big, some small.
They had leaves levitating around,
Between them was a silence profound!

Some were blue, some were red,
one of them even had a scarf on its head.

None of them planned to fly,
And thier wings seemed to be in vain.
Once upon time from the window pane,
I stood their starring that Birdy lane..

-Adityaa Wagh

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