My fault

I was born free a bird,
With wings to take me as high as I wish,
Eyes destined to capture things I 'll cherish,
A heart that will love every life I see
And a curiosity to know beyond the sea.

I was born like a cloud,
So that no law strangles my freedom,
And I can see the fairyland, the unicorns' kingdom;
And when I see the dry land below-
I shed drops of love to replenish the meadow.

But lo and behold, the truth lies elsewhere!
As am born a human,
With eyes that are blind to see the elegance,
Ears that can hear nothing but turbulence,
Heart that love only a person called "self",
And mind that knows only the books on the shelf!
Money is what I have to live for,
Love in my heart can never be pure-
And even if I was born free,
The society has tied me up to the death tree.

And even if I write such poems,
And even if I try to think wide,
All my narrowness, I always try to hide;
There lies underneath my fault-
That I am a human, made up of both sugar and salt
I will be a human and not a cloud-
And I can not change, even if I cry aloud!