I have to live
Don't try me
To drag me on your path
I am well with my Environment
Don't cut my wings
For keeping me in a golden cage.
Don't feed with silver spoon
The freezed food you have
Let me live in my style
That nature gives me
Enough will power I have
To gather my food from open jungle
Your thought, Files and Folders
Of your office, Assembly, Parliament
Can't save me from the disasters you face
I have the large open blue sky
Welcomes me always
For independent fly.
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