The Birds Poem by Naveed Akram

The birds are singing out aloud,
This dream starts now, so be!
Let answers cry so high in cloud,
A flight ability.

In this design is the one star,
A son and a daughter;
One moon cannot be a pulsar,
So how is it darker?

We fit in wings as well as legs,
The realness over us;
We walk and fly and so it begs
To find a home faultless.

You watch and you have learnt the most,
So then the knowing makes
Us proud of all the same coast,
To offer these, these cakes.