Tiny Bird Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Tiny bird,
What has happened?
Can you not
Raise your head
In this cold frosty day?
Where is your mother?

Come not out, tiny bird,
Time is not good,
Notorious pick you out.

Tiny bird,
Still, you have independence.

You are twittering
In your language
And telling your words,
You care, not
Whether anyone
Understand it or not.

But I am unlucky,
In my language the judge
Is also not ready to speak out.
How injustice!

Tiny bird,
For you the sun
And the light.

But for me
Everything is dark.
As I have close my eyes, see.