Free Birds Poem by Mohammad Younus

Great many kings, Warlords, busines tycoons ruled with might and right;
Great Kings and wealthy erected high mansions in the cities;
Where are they? Where they went? Shall they come back?
Who knows? Their monuments are in ruins, nobody lives there!
Mountains, deserts, valleys, meadows, moors, lakes and streams...
...are but standing at their own place;
They cast a sarcastic smile over people who think:
Their wealth, their power, their empire will make them immortal.

Happy are those poor people who live a contented life;
Who work as artisans, craftsmen, petty traders, and farmers during days;
And through cold and hot nights keep vigil while sitting with their lord;
With bloody eyes they gaze at their lord, and sing his praise;
They sow and sow and I hear them say:
'One who sows the seeds, he alone reaps the harvest! '
They are lovers, they fear not death, for they believe lovers don't die;
They are free birds, no one can jail them in the world's cage;
They are innocent and have got a lamb's heart;
They fear not that a hungry wolf could devour them;
For they are sure that the shepherd keeps a vigil over them;
They always are attentive to hear the shepherd's melodious flute!

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