Poem Destination

I was stuck in
Mud of silly worries
and  nasty hurries
Without sense of destination
I was exploring
useless places through
wanted to break out the cage
and come out in power age
urged to have a pure sense of destination
with new brand  generation
who is ready to give their today
in the freedom way
have an untiring inspiration
that persuade them to strive day and night
for their fight
they are free like a bird
who sings in the skies
and through  long grass
their sweet voices is heard
through the whole mass!!
They laugh at the sun
and kiss the face of grass
and beside pure glory
they are going to pass!!!