Little Bird Poem by Satyendra Pratap singh

Little bird! Little bird! what thee sing
In the forest at evening
full throated with utmost joy
melodious song of divine note.

Little bird! Little bird! what's
the fountain of thy rapture
I wonder how would i capture
smooth flow of rthymic nectar.

Little bird! Little bird! what's thy land, which sect you are from and which caste you belong.

Little man! Little man!
I am a free bird and whole
world is my motherland
I trust in love and harmony
No caste creed God taught me.

Little man! Little man I do sing, song of peace and freedom
my source of joy in every season.