A free bird

Every morning
now a days,
She comes in my balcony
and keeps chirping
loudly..
Migrated, from a distant
land,
she brings along
 memories of the season.

She wakes me up,
and flies away,
quickly,
and sits on the palm tree.
The whole day
this sweet little bird
keeps reminding me
of faith and hope,
of freedom,
of the days bygone.
~payal