Martin Bird Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Imprisoned in your cage, sweet Martin bird,
With beauteous hues and eyes of mournful tear,
Saddest, you are a captive to a fate absurd,
Devoid of liberty, and then devoid of cheer.
Your gaze do pierce my soul, your silent plea,
Implores for relief, though I scarce can aid,
For your rude jailor has no any sympathy,
Inhuman sport with shackles harshly made.
Little martin of air streams the wide and vast,
Where once you soared in boundless air,
To you it tightest-cage is but a bitter past,
Pity, a cruel jest, a harsh and unjust snare.
But grieve you not, for soon shall you be free,
Drink well and smile, your hope rests firm with me.