Oh! You birds, who fly high,
You’re the Lords of the Sky.
From rains and hails your shy
But it’s from us, to escape you must try.

You make the heavens beautiful,
As the skies and clouds you rule.
Flapping your wings all through
Forests, where mosses once grew.

Flying in patterns of words,
Which resemble the three swords
Of Unity, teaming and lore
And co-operation in crores and crores.

You show longevity,
Of both life and death – jeopardy.
Happy a flock yours is,
Hardly do I meet such rara-avis.