I was born
Free.
Free to fly high
And soar into
The blue sky.
Please don’t
Confine me
In a concrete cage;
This would make me
Mad with rage.
Please don’t
Clip my wings
To prevent my flight.
Please let me sing my song
And reach great heights.
Please let me
Spread my wings
And take off into my life.
Please let me
Flap my wings
And levitate towards the sky.
Though I may not
Soar high
At the very first try,
But please let me
Sprout wings;
Please let me
Fly.
Wish I could fly high, high up in the sky and for a moment I did reading your lovely poem. Take care Roger
A very moving poem and so many in life try to clip your wings. I felt your poem, Thank You
With such passion behind your writing, I am in no doubt you will let your soul soar Asma. Kind regards, Justine
Dear Asma, you do soar high when you write. i can sense immense desperation in this poem. break all the confinements and fly high. love, Reuben.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is a lovely poem..makes you really want to soar carefree in the blue skies..and look down at the earthlings... my poem was inspired when I saw a beautiful parrot locked up in a golden cage in a shop...it moved me regards Arti