She was not in a cage, and was free to fly,
She was the bird of a ship, open to sky,
Still unhappy, and her songs were sad,
Days and nights on the ship, were bad.

She decided to fly to a land of flowers,
For Having fresh food and pleasant showers,
One day at the dawn, she left her home,
The flight didn't lead to an island of dome.

Hungry and thirsty with the tired wings,
She came back to pollution and pings,
Life is life it's never too bad,
Much love she had, many joys she had.

Forgive me My God! I am often frustrated,
I am back to your kindness, under rated!
Where else my soul can get rid of pain,
Like bird of a ship, I am back once again.

(Based on two lines by Kabir Das-(Translation by me) Where else my soul can get rid of pain, Like the bird of a ship, I am back once again)

Akhtar Jawad

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