Wind blows from the west,
Birds are returning back to the nest,
My heart is filled with a lot of interest,
With the events that had passed in the past,

Birds are thoughts which always fly around the nest,
The nest is my heart, a nest which always overflows with birds,
Each bird has its own color, a color which never vanishes,
Everyday a new birds enters into the nest,

Some birds sing song of melancholy, some sing song of joy,
Birds are not bored of singing; they keep on singing as long as
the nest is there,
Listen to the songs of these birds as they always teach you a lesson,
All these birds sleep on the ***** of the nest,

No bird leaves the nest unless the nest itself leaves the tree,
The world revolves only because of these ever living birds,
These birds are the most precious as they are very hard to get,
Long live birds, Long Live….a bird is singing