Anita Trivedi - Fly.....

Sitting near the window.....
Looking at the sky,
I saw birds flying high,
And how happy they were to enjoy,
No borders, no restrictions to fly.....
Sitting near the window.....
Looking at the cage,
I saw a bird crying to Fly,
And how unhappy he was to die,
No pal, No shoulder to cry.....
Sitting near the window.....
Looking at Myself,
I saw, how i wished to Fly,
And how i cried to die,
No tear, No dear to say that they
are mine.....
Sitting near the window.....

© copyrights reserved by author

Anita Trivedi

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-51/