Hello! Song bird, 
What happened to your song 
That you used to hum from the nest? 
As a promising star, loud and strong, 
Pitching a destiny meant for the best.
Lo! Song bird, 
After being beaten bitter by unfair life
Your icy voice rot as a rusted gong, 
Dampened by chores of a house wife
You kiss the chord with a blunt tongue. 
Oh Song Bird! 
What happened to those lofty dreams
That we shared sitting on a dancing rose
Singing of bliss as drops of a blue gleam? 
But the door opened and you weren't close. 
O Song bird! 
Why let vain love chain you in his cage 
To only entertain a lover's selfish desire? 
While you moan and groan on a secret stage
Of glory forgone and a story you didn't aspire. 
So Song bird! 
Take these my golden spurring wings
Add them to your voice that despairs; 
Sing as if you are standing before kings
Keep your songs as the only rising stairs. 
(C) 19-08-2018                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem