Four walls packed me,
I am begging to get me free.
I am suffering from disease called lonely,
And the cure is i want my friends, family that is we.
I want to make shapes and designs in the sky,
No one is there to listen even when i cry and become dry.
I want to live the life in my way,
But humans made me their prey.
My life is without a company,
I require a funny bunny.
Being a bird, my dream is to fly,
Getting out of here is always my try
Birds have wings and wings are to fly high in the sky.....Beautiful poem....thank you for sharing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The love for freedom well described.