I wish I would have been a bird

Brown, grey, green, white or red

With an innocent soul and purged heart

Devoid of ego, anger, vain, and disgust

 I could fly over long green valleys

To glance over galaxy of roses and lilies

And to enjoy the company of my fellows

Like a mighty cloud of brown sparrows

 I could sing sweet songs of my freedom

In green dales like Garden of Eden

Swimming in the air high and low

Being well aware of my friend and foe

 I could sit calmly on buffalos’ horn

Unlike humans who made no harm

No doubt a bird’s life ends with prey

But better than human who die and decay

(By S K Niazi)