Poem 36- One little bird

One hot morning

I heard the birds sing

and then I saw them fly

very very high

They flew into the sky

to fly I would love to try

this is not a lie

but i really want to fly

Oh! But there is one little bird

it seems to be injured

i heard it cry

as it tried to fly

I thought I'll take it to my hut

so that I can plaster it's cut

But what if I do not?

It might die in the hot

But how will I catch the bird

I really wondered

At that time it flew

But believe me this story is true

- Gaurang Rao