Died Unsung

I am the bird who died unsung
whose life ended with a bung!
My want was to sing
To wake the flowers..
To ring the rusty bells with all powers!
I wanted to flutter around the bushels
and feel my body against the flowers!
But were are the bushels ,where are the flowers..???
It is there shadow ,which only hovers!!
The frost froze my beak
The thorns made me bleed..
My song remained unheard,
And life remained my need!
Chilled by frost,bled by thorn!
Why was I then actually born??
Perhaps to feel the air move out of my lung..
I am the bird who died unsung!!"