Fly High Bird! Poem by KAUSHAL SABOO

I am a bird,
made to fly in high skies,
I always flew away from my herd,
To find new ways and to be wise,

Dark clouds of development, one day came,
Change the whole world with their rain,
I now got bounded in chains,
Earth get block with building and lanes.

Now I am in cage of competition and wealth,
I have to work and study more, may it get affect my health,
No need is there of those who only flies,
Respect is given to those who made their own skies.

Those who do not get blocked by high winds,
Is blocked by a paper note,
To sail in this se, many heaps,
Of cries and lives, are cut to make a boat.

I don't know why I am doing these all,
Many times from my wings, I heard a call,
Break these all chains and fence, before you die,
Because you are a bird, made to fly high! ! ! !