Song of the Bird
Swinging on a delicate branch of tree
A jubilant bird sings loud out of glee
"Hey hey, I am a free bird, born to fly
Hey aye, I can even touch the vast sky"
Relishing the tranquil rainy weather
Preening his cute ethereal feathers
He gladly sings, "Hey, I am not tethered
Hey hey, why wait , come let's fly together"
Fluttering the colorful wiry wings
And connoting the evergreen sweet spring
The cool bird sings "Hey aye, I am the king
Happiness to my life, only I can bring"
Well! That's not the bird, our eternal soul;
Purpose of our life, did it just unroll
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