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
A perfect ending rhymes here like before. Fine simile you made you as a bird breaking free! What a lovely melancholic write.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
The tree is the body and the bird is the soul.Only by praying we can be free...nice idea, wonderful poem..10+++ from me