Sitting near the window.....
Looking at the sky,
I saw birds flying high,
And how happy they were to enjoy,
No borders, no restrictions to fly.....
Sitting near the window.....
Looking at the cage,
I saw a bird crying to Fly,
And how unhappy he was to die,
No pal, No shoulder to cry.....
Sitting near the window.....
Looking at Myself,
I saw, how i wished to Fly,
And how i cried to die,
No tear, No dear to say that they
are mine.....
Sitting near the window.....
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beautiful comparison anita, bird in the sky bird in the cage crying to fly and you outside the cage wants to fly but cannot and want to die... nice. imagination. write and write. you have the gift of imagination! !
Hello There, Anita. Thank You, so much for your kind comment on my song Fly, Fly, Fly. I read your song Fly and I enjoyed it very much. I love writing poems and lyrics. No matter what happens in a persons life your thoughts, experiences and creativity are something that nobody can take away from you. It's forever. Keep Writing! ! ! !
Compelling contrast between freedom and imprisonment that warms the heart. Well done my friend!
‘Looking at Myself, I saw, how i wished to Fly, And how i cried to die, No tear, No dear to say that they are mine....’ ~ Vedic concept very well described...your microcosm myself metamorphosed into macrocosm Myself [upper case]…is our goal....we Indian what always contemplate on [ who love Salvation] …. thanks for sharing…Ma’am Regards Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10 PS Swami Vivekananda opined that unbuckled state is realization n
Amazing....Birds r flying..Birds in cage wanna fly but crying..and you at the window..can't fly...We have so many borders and restrictions around we just cant fly....Beautiful poem..clap clap clap
Lovely to read you-and don't worry the world and I are out there only too delighted to meet you, at least to share with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one............ :)