Living Mortal Human....

Human is mortal nature,

Even then he finds a big battle,

He is just a small creature,

Like the sparrow like the cattle;

When its legs are small,

To go too far,

He is shrunk within the narrow wall,

His mother pulls him from war;

If child he is fed in mouth,

And given varieties to help,

When its legs grows out,

He leaves his puller in merry dim;

Is it right to be a bird like this,

You will also be the puller and wildly wish.