Across the scarlet sunset , I see a little sea-bird.
Pretending to be strong , actually its making a feeble cry.
Flapping wings again and again, its afraid and not giving a try.
The great sky and the vast sea , is making its throat dry.
Everybody came to boost it up , finally mother came with a fishful cup.
In the name of God , the little one jumped.
With eyes closed and heart thumped.
And wow , its magic , its faith and love.
That made it fly , above the sea and across the sky.