The Golden Bird
-- Reine Mary John, 5-C, Indian Educational School
Sunday, August 2, 2020
Our nation is like a bird,
That was never blurred,
With feathers of gold,
And she was rather bold,
With walls made of marble and pearl,
And how we remember it all when our flag unfurls,
But then they came and,
Raided her fame,
They put her in a cage,
And she was filled with rage,
They took her grain,
And it all went in vain,
But she did not give up,
Nor did she erupt,
She tried her best,
She wouldn’t go to rest,
She was cut and bruised,
She was sure she would lose,
Her feathers lost their colour,
And she felt everything became duller,
But she tried one last time,
As she heard the bells begin to chime,
The gate gave way,
And she could feel the sun rays,
She stretched her wings, and took to the sky.
And how wonderful it was to see her fly.
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Reine Mary John, 5-C, Indian Educational School |
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