To Be Bird Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

To be bird

I wished to be bird
With full of promising words
If I fly free
I wish all birds to build nests on tree

I am not interested in my colors
That gives me impression of an honor
But what about other birds
Whose nests have been uprooted in seconds?

I hear no chirping
No clapping from children
Sparrows have disappeared
Lives of other birds and animals have been threatened

This is madness of people
Who not only struggle?
For their survival
But make the life difficult for other individuals

I painted with colors in natural way
And found some theory may stay
For us to understand and convey
That this is last life we will have in this journey

I am poet of no compulsion
I need real foundation
With life's color in natural objects
I shall stand for really universal acts