The Birds

The birds are singing out aloud,
This dream starts now, so be!
Let answers cry so high in cloud,
A flight ability.

In this design is the one star,
A son and a daughter;
One moon cannot be a pulsar,
So how is it darker?

We fit in wings as well as legs,
The realness over us;
We walk and fly and so it begs
To find a home faultless.

You watch and you have learnt the most,
So then the knowing makes
Us proud of all the same coast,
To offer these, these cakes.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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