Freedom And Slavery

A pair of sparrow On my window For tomorrow was Making the nest All wit they applied Grasses and twigs They supplied Made the best And here my Aghaz Happy enough Dreaming to have eggs Although both, The Bird and my son Dreaming and dreaming Though both were dreaming Yet dreams differ, Eggs were under the threat Without agony and fret One to hatch and bring them Into the beautiful world To fly into the heaven freely The other to make them slave And to kill by unwanted love Love can’t be poked every where.