The Walking Bird..

I am a free little bird, Can’t be caught by words, Lured to eat the juicy fruits, Tempted to enter the caged state, I am a free bird with the sword beak, I can poke and pick any worm in the trunk, My feathers are shrunk, trimmed and Grounded to walk on the battle field, where the hearts meet to compromise, where the hands shake to reciprocate, I am a free walking bird, with the speed of the skate board, My dream flag flies to the tune of the wind, passing through the wheat and paddy fields, across the land, visiting heavy industries, The people are prosperous and, they have stopped smiling.