The Koala on the tree - Rishona Chopra
Eating all the fruits, he could see.
There I came and cuddled him,
We could hear the sound of hymns.
He sat there lazily,
Waiting to be petted by me.
He was missing his family,
Dreaming of a fantasy.
Why do we enclose him in these bars?
It simply shows our ugly scars.
Though we hurt him,
He never shows he is grim.
But loves us like anything,
Waiting for his happy spring.