I thought about writing about my life, in the form of a poem, in a puzzle way..just because I want so..
An owl was born
With wide eyes observed life yet to moan
Owls howls, Mommy they don't moan !!
"My baby owl yes, but into a cage you were thrown",
Unlike other owls, this owl must moan,
For life is a cage to the owl, a torturing loan.
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The owl grew, to learn how to fly
Greeted the world with an optimistic Hi
Yet Loved to fight other birds and never was it shy
To chase its dreams up high
To the owl, dreams were meant to be chased to the sky
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The story yet goes,
That the owl saw in its forest a burning rose
The owl observed as ashes manifested to dig a hole
A dark pit where the brave owl decided to dwell & that's is how it goes
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Pitch black, the hole smelled like dead owls
The owl noticed herds upon herds of untouched cows
Safe & sound, only whining about how they lose a horn or a house
The cows never fell or seemed to care, about a pile of dead owls.
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As the owl came outside, the forest was never the same.
The woods that held warmth once, were swamps covered in shame
Hordes of wild dogs from the north were making fun of the owl's name.
The hounds befriended the cows, to shame the owl yet its bravery always from somewhere cam
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The owl became big, with a load of doubt.
What should the owl choose as a chosen route ?
To wear the hound's skin & be another funny looking cow, or serve the force that gave it bravery and told it what the hound & the cow were all about ?
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That's how the story goes.
It's full of symbolism.
I took whole parts from my life away and didn't write about.
An owl was born
With wide eyes observed life yet to moan
Owls howls, Mommy they don't moan !!
"My baby owl yes, but into a cage you were thrown",
Unlike other owls, this owl must moan,
For life is a cage to the owl, a torturing loan.
--------------------
The owl grew, to learn how to fly
Greeted the world with an optimistic Hi
Yet Loved to fight other birds and never was it shy
To chase its dreams up high
To the owl, dreams were meant to be chased to the sky
--------------------
The story yet goes,
That the owl saw in its forest a burning rose
The owl observed as ashes manifested to dig a hole
A dark pit where the brave owl decided to dwell & that's is how it goes
----------------------
Pitch black, the hole smelled like dead owls
The owl noticed herds upon herds of untouched cows
Safe & sound, only whining about how they lose a horn or a house
The cows never fell or seemed to care, about a pile of dead owls.
-----------------------
As the owl came outside, the forest was never the same.
The woods that held warmth once, were swamps covered in shame
Hordes of wild dogs from the north were making fun of the owl's name.
The hounds befriended the cows, to shame the owl yet its bravery always from somewhere cam
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The owl became big, with a load of doubt.
What should the owl choose as a chosen route ?
To wear the hound's skin & be another funny looking cow, or serve the force that gave it bravery and told it what the hound & the cow were all about ?
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That's how the story goes.
It's full of symbolism.
I took whole parts from my life away and didn't write about.
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