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
-
Author:
Dooli S (
Online) - Published: June 15th, 2025 06:31
- 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?
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
Online)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.