There came a bird at my balcony,
I wish it flew without my efforts of whistling and clapping hands conpany,
It sat and enjoyed the peace and harmony,
Of my plantful balcony.
The bird started singing from its chiseled trachea,
It sang overtaking her small world\'s fantasia,
It sang, imaginating about her flight from Africa to Asia,
It sang that rang very melodiously,
Without moving from my balcony fearlessly.
Its song was very sweet,
Its song needs a music long from a harmonica or a gong,
And the orchestra of her family and fleet.
Like the bird, people also need,
Their family and friends support, Indeed!