Fly birds fly, fly with joy.
Looking out from Windows, gazing at the golden sunrise;
these flock of beauties caught my attention, from my bed.
Then come envy and pity.
While I'm caged for my safety,
they flew with joy. Thought of
nature struck me.

Fly birds fly, fly with joy.
Never have I had a joy
Accompanied with pity and a touch of empathy.
In Few days of being in lockdown
I envied and wished I were these free birds.
Have they been wishing to be free, while we caged them?