There I sit in the corner
Whispers following me again
For neither do they, nor I care
I write and scribble to be engaged
Watching birds take off outside
Enjoying the freedom they deserve
Flying from places to places
Enjoying the breeze upon their feathers
Oh, I wish I could fly, run and even fall
But here I am sitting in the corner
Isolated, where no one knows
'Strange' I am being called by friends
But, I have my companions in a corner
Their chirping reassures me all the time
Filling me with pride
Despite the restlessness inside.
@mindfreak