My question , a poem

. . . down the window is an open road ,

Up above is the sailing sky ,

Stuck amidst is an open life ,

Tell me or tell me late ,

(But) Answer me , for the heaven sake .

Why birds that fly are a happy life ?

Why they survive a lovely height ?

Why are their fur so soft ?

Why are they , nature's stars ?

Why are they the kite that fly ?

Why they die in the heaven's bed . . . ?

On the other hand . . on a second thought . . 

I have no such wings , I see ,

I survive but to live , 

I have the skin that may redeem ,

I have no such light to own ,

I  have no such strings to leap ,

I have no such deat to live .

Tell me or tell me late ,

(But) Answer me , for the heaven sake

-"Bharath R Rao" , with a question