Would it hurt you
If I could grow wings
And fly away one day
Swaying with the wind
Riding upon the clouds
To be away from the laden streets
My toes and soles know so well
The uneven footsteps aching
Always towards the destination
But the city quietly kept its eye on me
And raided my thoughts of freedom
I yielded my voice
I gave up my choice
Yet the righteousness found the key
Of my mind
And tried to rip out my ramblings
Why does it hurt you
You keeper of the house
If I find the window
And peep out to stir from my stupor
And dream a little
Like a bird in flight.
A lovely poem.It is not easy to fly away like a bird.But it certainly hurts when one is not given the freedom even to dream like a bird in flight.
To the bird in flight - top marks and to my favourite
A sweet poem to dream and fly like a bird. Freedom is precious. Wonderful expressions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sheer quest for freedom is reflected here in this wonderful poem! Loved the lucidity of expression. Top marks