The Mischievous Evening Bird
It was a cold winter evening,
and the little bird decided
she wouldn’t behave today.
Sitting on the balcony railing,
she pinched the breeze and teased—
“Oh! So chilly?
Come on, warm up a little.”
The breeze replied,
playing gently with her hair—
“You smile first,
and I’ll change the whole weather.”
— Mukesh Ilahabadi
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