To Be Bird

To be bird I wished to be bird With full of promising words If I fly free I wish all birds to build nests on tree I am not interested in my colors That gives me impression of an honor But what about other birds Whose nests have been uprooted in seconds? I hear no chirping No clapping from children Sparrows have disappeared Lives of other birds and animals have been threatened This is madness of people Who not only struggle? For their survival But make the life difficult for other individuals I painted with colors in natural way And found some theory may stay For us to understand and convey That this is last life we will have in this journey I am poet of no compulsion I need real foundation With life's color in natural objects I shall stand for really universal acts