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