O Sweet little bird!
Freely you roam wherever you want
Fly wherever you want
Up in the sky, down to the sea
Over the hills and vales,
But Pray to thee
Do come back to me to sit on my bosom
In the evening of my life
Do tell me ecstasy of your flights
Uplifting joy of soaring freedom.
I can never be a free bird like you
As time has made me different from you
See, I am nestled
Between the branches of life--
Of realities and hard responsibilities
With dried leaves
Of the painful present
And denuded twigs of the past
Though greenness still hangs in my heart
On the hope of joyous future.
Standstill, I am staring at the sky
You alone can feel me
My emptiness in existential plentifulness
But you can fulfill my aspirations
With your soothing, uplifting perch
On the shrinking bosom
After hearing the lyrics of my heartbeats;
For I am unable to utter any words
Or give any sign or symbol
In the language of love and affinity.
You chirp to others, teach love to them
Smile to one and all
But in the dark dead night of life
Do come back to the empty nest of my heart
In my stretching arms
And share your ecstatic experience-
The metaphysical flight of love and romance
In the colourful firmament of divinity.