You Are Song

You are song

 

Oh! Little oldie

You shall not die

But remain in memory

With position already

 

You are a natural bird

With beautiful words

You sing a melody

That has revelation of national history

 

It is mixture of pain and cheers

As it expresses fears

About the future tomorrow

When we naturally grow

 

I used to call you cuckoo

When you flew

With your early chirping on tree

I used to feel so great and with freedom of mind

 

You are song yourself

That has variety of the rhymes in shelf

I have heart and felt beautifulness

And the way it brought shine on my face