The dejected mind

 A bird was I,

flying out far and wide.

As and when I wanted,

to and from my eyrie.

Dancing in the sunshine was I,

as the dark clouds came by.

Wary was I,

of the looming obstacles.

But within minutes,

down was I,

in the midst of a sandstorm,

like a pushed down mind in anomaly.

Losing hope minute by minute am I,

Waiting for some help.

Yearning am I,

To fly out far and wide again.

                                                            ~ Ashwin Sharma P