For many years, for a couple of hours.
I knew a bird that used to visit the nest of ours.

She was happy, she was gay.
And together, we used to play.

She used to chirp around & flew happily.
Spreading her wings & chirping merrily.

Her presence in our nest never even bothered me.
She brought smile on our faces as she was carefree.

But nature always takes back whatever belongs to it.
To make us realize that we're nothing but its puppet.

The small and lovely bird was given a heavy weight to carry.
To put an end to her flight she was being asked by her parents to marry.

Almost wingless and at such an early age.
She was forcibly put inside this WEDDING CAGE.

But just when I thought things can't go any more worse.
A dreadful thing happened that my hands shiver while completing the next verse.

The tiny bird was shot dead far away from her nest.
Her parents had no idea while sending her away thinking this is best.

I thought even without wings she's gonna come back and chirp once at least.
But little did I know that now it's not possible as she was murdered by some beast.

I hear no more chirping but only silence around.
I wish, for the one last time, I could listen to that sound.

I wish I could turn back time where no one was sad.
But no one can escape from the reality that a little bird is shot dead.