I saw one bird like me
Living on a dead tree
Waiting for long to see
Pouring shower of glee
On its lonely broken lee
It doesn’t have a he
Nor even a she
Or a hands of three
To hear its silent plea
For making gloom flee
Nights it rains like sea
Days it sings like bee
Whatever case it may be
It shares honey of key
To make all feel happy
It felled on its knee
Prayed in deep agree
Said I will be emcee
Will perform a jubilee
For it I’m breaking free
I smiled and said, its we
to me it sounded like the eagle-song of the CREE indian-american people very very nice i recommend u do an unrelated but beautiful piece on utube vanishing bread-instrumental i'd send u the link but PH parses the links on paste also do.....elcondor pasa...andean flute or if u can get then by... Paul Mauriat cheers
very musical indeed., .. great comparison between the poet and the bird.. hey i compare my self with many people and many things too... this is a nice write indeed.. thanks for this one..nice narrative indeed, , , liked it very much. with love shan
Good flow, excellent ryhme, lovely idea. The spirit in us likes to break free, free from those shackles which are holding us back. fly robin fly. 10+++
I smiled and said, its we.....everyone else along with you....nice thought well penned
cheer as the poem push my heart to reach the echelon of the highest point of desire.....a wish come in a simple template and sound of the soul shout for joy...a lovely poem of today...a 10 +
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.. of course you made it rhyme well.