Hey there, little bird, do your wings tire when you fly?

O Mighty traveler, why do you seek that horizon?

Tell me little one, and I promise I’ll tell everyone

Do stars look prettier as droplets in the night sky?

Or as joyous reflections on the waters of morn

The dancing children of a rising sun

Have you flown over verdant forests?

Dappled with coarse to velvet green?

Thirsted forever over perch less deserts?

Got drunk on an oasis blooming between?

Hey there, little bird

Have you laughed at the boundaries we drew?

Do mighty men ‘own’ these lands

As seen from a bird’s view?

Even from afar,

is it obvious my friend to you?

How greedy humans pulse with demands.

Asymmetric & askew

-Suraj Mani