The Voice Of A Migratory Bird - Poem by Z.I. Mahmud
I am a foreign migratory bird
In winter I visit other countries of the world for heat and nice environment and recreation
Like me thousands of birds are visiting
They are my friends
They are accompanying me
We are going in groups
I will also accompany them while going to my native home
My mind and heart fill with joy to meet each other
We are birds
We have feathers and different colors in our body
We have two wings which help us to fly in the lively sky
Our wings help us to go in search of foods
We roam around with the help of our wings
Our wings are precious and work like the man's hands
But when we go to other countries in winter to migrate
There are some naughty and evil minded people who keep themselves busy to hunt us
They don't realize how precious our life is!
Sometimes they throw rocks or shoot at us when they see us in the forests and seas and oceans
Then they sell us to the market or kill us and eat our flesh!
But we want freedom!
We want liberty from the clutches and hardship of the evil and devil men of the world!
We won't tolerate it any more!
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