Here's a pair of parrots
Trapped in a photo frame
Painted long ago
Their colours have started to drain

And there's a ticking clock
Whose background has lost its glow
Moving relentlessly ahead
Time seems to be going slow

But these birds don't care at all
They keep flying away
The air may have died down
But still, their wings sway

With clouds in various shapes
And wind blowing in a new fashion
The bright and blue widespread sky
Seems to be their destination

Trying to touch that vast sky
A kite soars up high
But watching the boy holding its string
It lets out a resigned sigh

Hunting for her son
A woman comes up to the terrace
Finding him to be safe and sound
A smile spreads across her face

Watching the scene unfold
A monkey sits there alone
When suddenly the string breaks
It watches the kite getting blown

Experiencing freedom for once
The kite soars as high as it can
Watching it, he lets out a sigh
Returning from work, a common man

Just outside his door
He watches a dry plant
Emptying his half finished bottle
A new life he grants

A kid running around
Watches the scene unfold
Gives him something to think about
A story to be told

He rushes home to tell the story
But alas, there's no one there
But no, he doesn't get sad at all
He narrates it to his teddy bear

Though it listens patiently
It hardly has time to spare
Since the television is playing its favorite show
We, the bears bear

By the time the show ends
Moon shows up in the sky
Singing the world to sleep
It waves everyone goodbye

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A poem with AnAspiringSoul based on those little things around us.

And ya, I seriously don't know what to title this...