The flutter of wings is heard far

But our ears are deafened by the cars
They look for a place to land
But find nothing except polluted sand ,
Looking for a place to go ,
A place far away from the snow
Away from the cityscape , far away
Fearing the hustle- bustle , the climate
The mitigate to an unknown state
Where they grow, prey and mate .

So is it right ?
That we snatch their life ?
Make them fight to the verge of death ,
Just to increase our wealth ?
Think and learn
Make your mind churn
Because till the time you don’t
The true balance of nature won’t be learnt ...