Fly in life

Clouds like moss
Birds fly across
The winds which push the clouds
Shake a massive crowd.
Round and round the birds all fly
Even if it goes high and high
For it does not know the noble way
To return to the place where it rests and stays.
Lump of clouds, tons it weighs
But move very swift in the clear blue sky
Fleet of birds flying abroad
No barrier, nor straight road.
Not in the cage locked with a key
But in the air flying very free
Life is like the high blue sky
No more barriers if you try to fly.

- Aamir Ahamed