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Beneath The Dead Leaves…
Cleaning my backyard today,
Removed all the dead maple leaves,
Lived their lives from Spring to Fall.
Beneath the dead leaves was buried a bird,
Silent and cold, would never be again heard.
Chirping once in the air, soft feathers could fly
Today washed with the harsh weather left to die.
I am sure while dying must be looking up into the sky,
Small innocent soft feathers, who just learned to fly,
Will learn the hard way as always mother wanted to try…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag
Soul Reader 
Thanks for your kind action to bury the bird. May the Bird Rest in peace! May you be blessed for your kindness!
Writing such poems I am trying to create an awareness among people to be compassionate and sensitive. We are losing that slowly around us. The values are disappearing slowly…
Thanks going through my writings, and joining me in this journey of emotions… best wishes.