Oh please! oh please! do save me from this,
In this place I do feel to die of stress.
In this little cage why did they put me,
Why did they leave me to die.
Everyday they give me the same food; the same thing.
And every time I try to fly they stop me,
And until one day my wings were cut.
I cried, I wept, I said so many things,
But no one did care, no one did care for me.
Everyday I see the sun and wish to fly high,
I want to swim in the blue calm pool...and..
Forget it! What can I do without my poor wings,
What can I do with my poor feathers,
my dried up beak,
my soar voice,
and my unlucky faith.
The only thing I could do is to wait for my death.
The thing which could relieve me from all my burden,
The thing that shows me the path to happiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written..