Sword in pen

No one can see the pain And the eyes that rain We become blind And don't bother to find The person behind The grey hair and wrinkled eyes Who has seen the world and boundless skies We see only the age That has put them in a cage Who are not treated like a sage Just because they don't have a wage Whom you want to put away So that you can enjoy your day The ones who have a way To every problem you may lay Who showed you a ray And became a toy for you to play Shame on the child who lets Crystals slip out of those eyes Which have never said lies Who fought for you brave And now you guide them to their grave Who are mocked to be light But are very bright Why you say, an old man decay No one can see the pain And the eyes that rain. - Chanchal Bagla

That bird with all those feathers Who flies high forgetting all the whethers They know how to be together In any kind of weather Away from the crowd Touching the highest cloud They are proud Of every single wound They are not bound For them the earth is not round Finding us loud They adore the nature's sound They fight the cold 'cause they are bold Are the real gold In front of humans who are sold They fly-fly really high Not giving a single sigh Who are ready to die Than just lie They have their nest They built the best Taking their rest For the flight to take next The sky is the limit They won't ever submit Touching the summit They are astounding, innit? Taking that flight They are out of sight They don't fright Of any might With the wings open, they fly They have the ability , to ply The nature that has, gone dry Who is about to , say goodbye Is cherished by this, butterfly With their wings The birds sing The leaves tring The ...