Poor Little Bird

i like this one very much,
it says much about world, what you thought it is, and what you see this at times......
this is the tale of a bird who died fighting the orthodox rules of the forg's well story type......



Once upon a time,
Is from where i should begin,
this tale of a bird;
who tried to fly,
with some dreams within,
and a vision to win.
Limits he wanted to scale;
of the mighty blue sky,
violating the wordly rules,
yes these false one.

That poor little bird,
started his flight.
To live his dream,
he had a goal;
fly in the sky s high,
where he will free his soul.
Quiet confident was he,
about the victory;
And sure for him,
the pinnacle was gonna be.
But please,
oh pleae,
someone go,
to tell that poor fool,
its not an easy job,
when you break their rule.

Even getting close to your goal,
in this little world,
is such a big thing;
and if you fly,
all will hate,
though they may deny.

But poor he again,
could not saw the worldly game,
bedtime stories he had heard,
were never the same.

Like crabs they will be jealous,
if you ever rise,
oh, such a shame;
but he never realized.

Somehow fighting the world,
he was air borne,
rising high and high,
he never cared for one.

and then happen something,
all of a surprise.
and he was falling;
is what he realized.

no one blocked the way,
or pull him back,
they cut his wings,
they stabbed from the back.

his wings were not taken,
his dreams were broken;
and the word of success he had,
remained unspoken.

And then he fell,
lifeless, like never flew before!
from this good world,
you cant expect anymore.

while he died,
he was flying,
but he dint cried,
coz he was still living.