I hope he too will fly away one day.

It's the bird of its mind,
Who is never directionless,
He is sitting in his cage,
But he cannot fly.

This is a postman of God,
who travels from one place to another,
We don't understand, but he understands,
He spends his life on the trees.

This bird understands its world,
Birds do not have a free abode,
it's hard to go to the city of the world,
He does not know how to touch the sky, he only remained on the ground.