A Little Bird In A Cage
A little bird in a cage, pondered everyday,
Why can’t I fly, to see the plethora of things away.
Why does my foe human does this to me,
Nowadays, I always contemplate how to flee.
How I wish to be with my friends, whom I used to meet,
Flying and playing gracefully in this scorching heat.
Then perching on huge trees’ branches,
Singing cheerfully and amusing by the peacock’s dances.
Why does mankind snatch away my freedom,
And though demoralizing, let me out seldom.
I see the flowing rivers and the gleaming sun,
Oh! How I wish to rejuvenate myself with the outside fun.
Why are intellectual fools so unjust to me?
Oh God! Stop all these please!
I remember the things I thought to do when I was a brood,
But now, ambitioning over them is no good.
Nowadays, I am feeling all lethargy,
The All-Seeking, why don’t you see this tragedy.
Is freedom to my brethren even existing?
I have started seeing my mirror of memories misting.
Alas! A man cannot understand the pain and plight of me,
Though I am in trouble, sob, or whatever it may be.
Should I accustom myself to this till I wizen,
Or can I flutter away contentedly, far away, towards the horizon.