If I were to be born a bird,
I would fly and fly on top of the world.
I would sing along
Through the banks of rivers,
In forest of pines and grape wines
Like a jingle of nightingale.
In meadows of spring
I would set free
Amidst the flowers of the tree
And watch the colors of the changing sky.
Through the rainbow, I would fly
And with colors of my wings, I would make him shy.
- Moksh Panditpautra
D.A.V. Public School, Thane West