Free Birds wont you take me to the clouds high and fresh
Away from the crashing waves
To the clouds, to the stairs of heaven
Heaven is my lover's abode.
Its so cold in this world of His,
Can't hear those joyful songs, promised never to fade
This world of His is too big, its a long way can't feel my legs stray
Tired of waiting for your gift of smile, tired of memories of the open arms wrapped around, that big heart to absorb me.
Free birds take me to clouds, close to stairs of heaven
Stairs of heaven to my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Gourav. Thank you