Catharsis

When….

The painted storks…

Pelicans …

Ibises …

Fill up the blue skies…

Their wing span so huge…

As they fly …

They give you a bit respite ..

From harsh noon sun…

&

When i see them…

Floating..,

High up there…

Effortlessly…fearlessly..,

For me….

It is like catharsis..

Migrants…from far…

Free…

Happy…

No rules..

No borders….

Flying in kokkare bellur skies….

Far far away from their real homes…

Can humans ever do it?!

NO..,

You are a migrant …always …in a country…other than ..where you are born

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