We The Birds Of The Free Sky Poem by Bidyarnab Das

The birds will not be able to sing in the cages of the free sky; their fluttering feathers will break after colliding with the sticks.

We who drink flowing water will die of hunger and thirst. It is better than the flour of bitter fruits.

In the bondage of the golden chain, you have forgotten all about your speed and flight, just seeing the swings on the tree tops in your dreams.

Such were the desires of the flying kites to reach the limits of the sky, opening their beaks to the red rays and pecking the pomegranate seeds.

These wings compete with the limitless horizon. Either the horizon becomes a meeting or the string of breathing stretches.

Do not provide a nest, even if you break the shelter of a branch, but if you have given wings, do not interfere in the restless flight.