I was born a bird
Trying to fly high
Little did I know my
Wings were a sacrifice
Hey there,
I'm not a human
If you want your wings back
You'll have to walk down
Said the hunter
I cried harder
For my little wings
I walked and walked
For that end
I cried and sighed
For that end
I feel and see
That beautiful end
Yeah, after 3 centuries
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Author:
Dooli S (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A song bound to a bird's tale through adversity, where the bird's wings reflect the freedom we, as human beings, long for. Not freedom in the sense of doing nothing or being lazy , but the kind that comes from doing the things that set your heart beat. But imagine having to sacrifice that freedom inorder to achieve something else in life. Isn't it similar to a bird giving up its wings?
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Comments2
Freedom so illusive and yet so desired. A lovely poem and metaphor that poses the question and leaves it to the reader to answer
Real freedom very rare but always desired,a lovely write asking if we had it would we sacrifice it, leaving the reader to make their own decision, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
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