No Time Left For Me by Dr. Partha Banerjee

First Sunshine refused to stay

Big Potholes making me slow

Treacherous Monsoon decided to leave

When Charming Stars started to glow

 

No Time left for me

No food given to singing birds

 

They are lonely, they are tired

They are punished, even not spared

Though I know they will sing once again

And they will make me laugh and Free

 

But I may leave the world with a note

Never try to build your nest on a hanging tree

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