Ode to the Flying Birds
|
Samar Salam
Oh, flying bird, above Nathu La’s pass,
Oh, flying birds!
You know no bounds, no borders to grasp.
From China’s skies you came,
To India’s mountain nest,
A free spirit, wild and unrest.
No passport needed, no ID to show,
You fly where you wish, don’t you know?
No voter card, no Aadhaar in sight,
Just wings and wind, your endless delight.
Oh, bird of freedom, I salute your flight,
In green skies, you’re always right.
Fly high and higher, where boundaries fade,
I wish I could join you, unafraid.
Fly down to Changu lake, so serene,
And Savor fresh greens, your heart’s desire.
Your independence is a thing of beauty,
A reminder of what freedom brings,
In vain, often duty-bound.
Oh, flying bird, above Nathu La’s pass,
Oh, flying birds!
You know no bounds, no borders to grasp.
From China’s skies you came,
To India’s mountain nest,
A free spirit, wild and unrest.
No passport needed, no ID to show,
You fly where you wish, don’t you know?
No voter card, no Aadhaar in sight,
Just wings and wind, your endless delight.
Oh, bird of freedom, I salute your flight,
In green skies, you’re always right.
Fly high and higher, where boundaries fade,
I wish I could join you, unafraid.
Fly down to Changu lake, so serene,
And Savor fresh greens, your heart’s desire.
Your independence is a thing of beauty,
A reminder of what freedom brings,
In vain, often duty-bound.