A story.

A long time, a long time back
Before everyone was so true,
Before people could do anything
For ones they didn't even know.

Before the sky seemed endless pleasure
Before the clouds smiled, it seemed
Before the sun beamed rays of hope
Before the ocean dreamed:

A lost traveller, unaware he was lost
Believed the world was small
Thought he knew his destiny
Believed he knew it all.

But soon, a new book he opened
Couldn't believe he was wrong
Had never thought of something so good,
Had never heard so beautiful a song.

And he fell in love with the new world
More than a smile every step that lay
He knew he was a foreigner here
Thought he would change and wanted to stay.

So, he 'told' that he wanted to stay forever
And spend his days sharing what he had seen
Happened what he feared to percieve
His new world asked him to leave.

He may have foreseen this, but was surprised
Why couldn't he make the world realise?
That his love was more than anything he had seen
He wanted to stay, that's all he could mean !

But the world did not accept him,
Said its rules, he did not follow
That he didn't belong to this place
But any 'other' world would be glad to see his face!

The world explained that he could live
But it will never be his home
That he could live in this world for a while
But never make it his own.

He had resolved he'd never go back
All through his life, he would live here
He couldn't go back, he couldn't walk on
Too determined not to let out a tear.

But out of the blue sky, a little bird flew
Atop his shoulder, by his side
Fluttered its wings that could heal
And told him what he could never feel.

It spoke of love that could never end
It talked of people he could never offend
Told him about the better of things
Explained some lost meanings

Asked him how long he took
to express His longing to stay
If he took so long, how could the world
Accept him in a single day ?

And after all, the world needed time
To realize something that was new
The little bird whispered in his ear
"Not everyone's lucky as you".

The traveller took the bird in his hand
In its eyes was a longing he couldn't understand
But it didn't matter, because early or late,
Just like the little bird, he too would wait.