I had a friend, who had a bird as pet,
She used to keep the poor fellow in a net.
It used to cry all day long,
And my friend used to call it a song.
Yes, song it was, song for liberty,
Mourning and screaming just for liberty.
I saw pain in the eyes of the little bird,
It was easy to know as solving a surd.
I couldn’t get why my friend didn’t see it,
Though all day long she used to look at it.
Curse that soul, who couldn’t see the pain,
Saying that fellow human is a vain.
So, one day I sneaked into her to open the nest,
As it flew, I wished all the best.
When my friend knew, she felt really bad,
But I didn’t regret, as the bird was very glad.