I Am A Bird.

By Vijay Tita

I am the melody of nature,

The beauty of the blue sky,

A friend of wind in all weather,

I am a bird

Who awakes the tree from its slumber.

But all alone in my little world

I ponder with the crestfallen eyes.

If I am born to fly, where is my sky?

For I am a bird

Whose world’s confined.

Can you hear my despondent call?

They say I sing in joy,

But never will they know

Those are the plaintive notes.

For I am a bird

Whose heart is unheard.

Prisoned in this narrow cage

At times, beating the bars

With my broken beak, I burst in rage.

Why am I sentenced to solitude?

For I am a bird

And the nature is my refuge.

Fluttering my wilted wings

Across the walls of the iron cell

I wonder at my own existence.

Is freedom to fly a crime?

For I am a bird whose freedom

Is victimized for the joy of mankind.

Like children I am a free spirit with many dreams,

Born to sing, flying over the distant hills,

Above the clouds, soaring with friends in flocks

Making patterns of victory with joy in the sky.

I am a bird with an urge

Free me before I forget how to fly.

By Vijay Tita