Fly away little birdie, You’re no more in need here.
Your songs are getting boring, even the ones which I held dear.
Fly away dear birdie, I’m tired of listening to you.
I have a new better birdie, that sings me a new tune.
Oh Why, my dear master, why are you throwing me away.
I have no place to fly to, I have no place to stay.
I chose to leave the flock, my master, I chose to sing for you.
My friends deserted me because of that, and now you’re leaving me too?
I’m really sorry little birdie, believe me I have no choice.
The songs I held dear to me once, have now become just noise.
Trust me little birdie, I have absolutely nothing against you.
I’m thankful for all that you’ve done for me, But I just can’t pay its due.
I understand, dear master, its not your fault, I am the guilty one.
I should have known better than to invade your home without your permission.
I should have known, that my gentle voice, would soon lose its sheen.
I should have known, that as beautiful it is, the grass is not always green.
I don’t want to talk more on it birdie, your job here is done.
You were merely an object here, you were an instrument for fun.
But you should know better little birdie, than to complain my dear friend.
Like all good things in life, your importance to me, with this, ends.
I’m glad my dear master, really glad, atleast I know I WAS important to you.
I sang my heart out, to see you smile, weathering pains, of which you had no clue.
You say you want to let me go, because you think my voice is stale.
I think that is because, I kept on shouting, when to hear me, your ears failed.
And with that, the little birdie flew away, with the master smiling through.
It wanted to leave the master behind and see the world for true.
But so much it loved the master, that it went and hid in his house under the ledge.
And every time the new bird rested, it duly sang, without the masters knowledge.
And then the master came out, with tears in his eyes.
He loved the birdie too much, and hated to see it fly.
He shoo-d the new bird away, it was here for just a reason.
He wanted his little birdie to fly and see the different seasons.
He had not wanted to hurt it, and keep it tucked away.
He wanted it to be alive, to sing its song another day.
Hiding his countless tears, he had put up a sinful act.
He did not want to hurt the birdie, that was the actual fact.
The little birdie under the ledge realized this with glee.
Happiness bloomed in its heart profound, tears of joy flowed free.
It flew upto its master, and said in its words, so true.
I’ll die on your shoulders, but never will I leave you.
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