Freedom

A sweet song was echoing in the wind,

Which was soothing many more things,

Whether they were living or dead,

All were listening  the song,

The plants, the animals, the mountain, the sky,

The sun, the moon, the earth, the shy stars,

The song was always melodious,

Whether the day was dry,

Or the jungle  bathe with monsoon,

The song had  always the same delighted tone,

Full of joy and plenty of life,

That was the song of a bird,

A happy bird who made happiness all around,

Life in the jungle was her soul,

Her voice had the property of the jungle,

Life of the jungle was with her voice,

All were her friends,

Bonding was there between all of them,

She kept on singing all the day,

Making them happy over all the years,

There was nothing like any tears,

 Then there came a black day,

Everything was same,

Except some human voice,

They were some hunters,

In search of some animals and birds,

Making all arrangements to apply their plan,

They fixed net and wait for the time,

They were attracted to the voice of the singing bird,

On seeing lots of nuts in the ground,

The bird was on cloud nine,

Thinking to eat and store the nuts for winter,

She was not  knowing the dangers of future,

In the next moment she went to the ground,

She was actually in the hunter’s entangle,

The bird was now feeling cheated,

 And her voice fainted,

A cunning smile was on the face of hunters,

They took her to market,

Sold her for a few bucks,

A father bought it for her small daughter,

She was very happy when she saw the singing bird,

A small girl got a new company,

Like an opera got a symphony,

The small  girl was very happy,

Was taking care of the singing bird,

Giving her a full accommodation,

Was trying to create a situation,

Hoping to listen a sweet song,

But the bird was all alone,

Despite all good food,

Her soul was in jungle,

With all the girls try,

The bird only chirped some sad sound,

Which was only creating environment more  gloomy,

The small girl became doleful,

Coming outside her house,

She saw some birds singing a sweet song,

With their group along,

Flying so high like reaching to the sky,

After watching the flying birds,

Who were singing a sweet song,

She knew the reason of sadness,

Prevailing in her house,

She knew the truth,

That happiness can’t be bought,

With the few bucks,

But can be found with the other’s bliss,

Make others happy and you will happy,

And the bird’s happiness was her freedom,

She quickly opened the cage,

Making the bird free,

The bird, moving out of the cage,

Finally got the freedom,

Making some lovely sound,

Building   the surrounding full of pep,

Like giving the small girl a big thank,

Flying high in the sky,

Vanished somewhere,

Hoping the jungle gets his voice back,

After the singing bird’s fight back,

A sweet song again prevailing in the jungle,

Making all animals, plants jolly,

Paid a great price to achieve the   freedom…….