The birds are free
They enjoys freedom
Flies to heavens and earth
The mountains not a problem
The water sources they likes
They are enjoying freedom
In the heights of big trees
They makes their own homes
The beautiful nests they build
The beautiful hopes they sees
So much dreams of freedom
So much lovely life enjoys
They have their own better halves
They have their own children
They tries to teach the lessons
To the little birds to fly
To the heights of heaven
To the distance of other world
No one makes a hindrance
The good freedom they enjoys
But the cruel human beings
Rare occasions make them to suffer
The cages are ready there
To catch and keep in slavery
Where the freedom is only death
The final moments to fly away
For freedom in eternity of heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem