Sometimes I feel like what if I was a bird
Maybe then I could be heard
They’re calm, and know how to go through a storm,
I love their songs, their home is my lawn.
Sparrows, parrots, pigeons,
They are liberal, not in a prison
While we all are victims,
Of who we are in a million
See their love, see their joy,
Wish I could join their noise
Their brawl is sweet,
They are satisfied in their sleep
I want to,
Fly high in the sky
Nothing to cry, I am saying goodbye
To people and to places who don’t care I’m really me
This life is mine
I will design and I will shine
Thank you birdie, you too are worthy,
Let’s begin this journey!
Varinda Chopra
Class: 10-B
Apeejay School, Mahavir Marg