Freedom Enjoying By A Bird. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Above the oceans I can fly
Above the mountains I goes
Seeing the beauty of the earth
The pretty universe in my help
My wings are in strong enough
The winds help me while I fly
The showers of rain makes me happy
The coolness of winter I enjoys
I can see the man made machines
Flying in heights near me
But I fear the rockets in heights
Where I see the danger of life
There I saw a flying saucer
May be a flying machine by the celestial
And carrying a useful celestial sphere
To see the world and its places
Somewhere near the Caspian sea
A great world the real world I see
Still I am a bird enjoying the freedom
The freedom to a bird it is nice.