Little sparrow or a little squab
Falling droops or raising bubbles
Starving for food and starving for water
With broken legs and broken wings
With petit beak and hope to fly.
Every day and every moment;
Looking to fight and looking to survive,
Rolling oculus up and down
A predator or mad cap brown?
Crowned own self and promised own self
Dare to live and dare to fight
With count of droops and count of light and nights.
Others glance and others laugh,
Some pass by and some stand,
Few admire and few hate,
Some care and some greed.
But, all are strange and all are fake
Looking forward, I fly and I fly
With a ray of hope and in the ray of sky, though,
Being a symbol of peace I try and I try.