If I Were A Bird. Poem by Mahfooz Ali

We all crave the freedom
We believe the kings of the sky posses
The freedom to fly, the freedom to soar
Look down on things below
From the pedastal of wind and wings.
Many times I hear from naive tongues
I wish I could fly like the birds,
Flying over trees and oceans
Look at everything in macroscopic light.
Never do I hear from others
What my heart tells me.
I crave the simplicity of instinct
Innate ability to do all required
Rather than the freedom of flight
I look for a set pattern of motions
That my heart can be content with
I look to knowing how to create
Without the hassle of learning
I look to knowing when to die
Without the freedom of life.