I am a bird, flying in the sky, <br />Singing the beautiful notes, <br />That my vocal cord can spell, <br />Up near the cloud, it is cool, <br />Singing the songs of love, <br />Travel on the whitish cotton shroud, <br />Expressing my thought, <br />Without fear and freight, <br />Hearing me singing, <br />Someone wanted me, <br />To sing in his courtyard, <br />Ordered his subordinates, <br />To catch and clip my wings, <br />To put me in a cage, <br />For his own entertainment, <br />When I lose my freedom, <br />I forget all the notes, <br />Just shut my beaks, <br />Open only to eat.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-fun-without-challenges/
