The Migrants
It was an afternoon, I sat lonely;
And watching the horizon silently.
Suddenly I watched a flock of birds flying in a straight way,
Perhaps to this nature, they were trying to say.
Oh! they were so lucky indeed,
Because they were free from human's gaol;
And each was so ebullient as a little kid,
The marvellous view touched my entire soul.
Chirping of the birds was enough to mesmerize
A message was there, but how could I realize?
The little creatures tried to flee away from tyrants
Yes, they were the migrants.
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