* The caged bird sat on top of d freedom tree & sang for joy.
After many of being a prisoner
In a casted and wired cage,
When I was fed with a hand-ful of corn which didn't meet the expected time.
* Now I can flap my wips in d sky
Fed on worms in the soil, ant & insect on tree
Fly from tree to sea, from moutains to valleys
Move from one nest to another.
Now I know month are differ from one another
Now I knw d different between freedom and oppresion.
There is nothing like being free.
There is nothing like being free. Yes, very true. WELL DONE Kindly comment on my poems. Thank you very much
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.l.