Vishakha Purohit

Freelance Jewelry Writer

When Birds Fly

When I see birds fly,

I wish I could join them.

When they fly with wings,

I wish I could have wings.

When I see bird fly,

I feel freedom

In their lives.

When I see a bird captured,

I feel sadness

Sinking in their lives.

After a long journey,

When birds come

In their nests and go.

I miss them

I sit with hope

That next year

They would come and stay.

I see their young babies,

When they learn to fly.

When birds fly,

They go and live their life.

To see them fly,

Is joy and fun.

Alas, but hunters,

Catches and kills the birds.

When birds fly.









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