By Pratibha Kaith
I am a little bird, out to fly.
With two little feathers,
Twinkling in my eyes.
Divine and Faith,
Up in the sky.
Moon and stars,
are too high.
I am a little bird,
Out to fly.
Nature is so beautiful,
But why smoke in my eyes.
I was born with love and warmth,
And never wish to die.
Why fear and fight in the air,
I was born to live a healthy fair.
I am little bird,out to fly.
I lived on trees,and played with nature.
Now I am forced to spot where nature smiles.
I speak to nature,and to the sky.
Divine and faith why too high
I am little bird,
Out to fly.
Out to fly.
Thank you.