I am a roamer, hoping from tree to tree,
Morning to evening, with friends, all glea;
Fruits and nuts at our beaktip, no need to plea,
Rivers and lanes all below, no worries, care free.
I can see men jostling in the streets, buzzling.
Rain or shine, they all, but time not stilling,
Scheming for 'morrow, buying and selling,
Grains, greens, meat, sweets and many hankering.
I can see at this height, a corner, cages with my specie full,
I can feel their agony and their yell
For freedom to fly high from the cell
Unknowing, they are only a good, up for a sell.
The two legged specie spares none.
Fish deep in the sea or birds high in the sky
Flowers on the lane and any fruit they hand upon,
All for them and we beggers at their mercy, high.
Some of them feed us and decorate the cages,
They do trifle things to amuse their childrens,
Bigger birds, they love, but still, kill and eat
But if they presume, threat any, they mull to cull.
Narayanan Ramakrishnan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-s-eye-and-heart-view/
