When A Migratory Bird Soars Up Poem by nimal dunuhinga

If you agree my friend, then I could have hide my sad poem
Underneath your precious wings as I cannot fly with these iron feathers.
When you migrate to a better place perhaps someone picks it and reads aloud;
'When I was in the cradle my poor Mom asked; ' Do you want to be a man or a bird? '
I said; ' Mom! I want to be a man and fly as a bird in the sky.'
Then she said; ' You'll be a poet some day my dear son and crawl on this misery planet like a reptile.'

[ Migration is probably the most awe-inspiring natural phenomenon.- Collins Atlas of Bird Migration.]