The bird chirped on the tree, Blissful to be free After long captivity That lasted till infinity. Its heart was full of rage In that golden cage, Many times out of breath, Contemplating death. Suddenly there was a shot; Scaring the bird a lot, It flew far away Yearning only for play. Yet death was no more the game, Instead, the bird longed for a dame, To continue life’s story; Freedom is such a glory!
nice one !!
Thank you Petra. Nice to hear from you. Hope you are having a wonderful summer!
hey miss , very nice poem
but it is old in july
we want new ones
thank you bye
hi asl pls :p