The Freedom Ballad of Nightingale

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)

I see her in every Eve,

While taking up hot coffee,

With cold and steamy hobby.

She comes up with it’s crew,

To play something new,

As morning comes with dew.

I feel content sometimes,

Because she has its own sky,

Also jealous that I cannot fly.

She wanders all around,

Through her boundless wings,

While singing melodious things.

Even my body is not mine,

But she lives her own life,

With shine and so much pride.

I have many lines to bear,

Which have chained me up with fear,

But she lives with cheer.

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)