Staring at the vast blue skies, I sit,
My wings never even opening,
The clouds call me out towards,
To frolick around in the vapours, I sigh.
I wish I was the gazelle,
Leaping about free and unbound,
Instead I am the caged bird of paradise,
To be lavished upon with praises, children and parents’ alike.
They caged me in here,
Led me to believe I was free,
Staring out into the world,
It dawns that is not to be.
I yearned to stir things around,
Called out to my mates the war sound,
But they were pre-occupied,
With tasting what we were told was freedom.
Graciously Yours!
The pain.. but if you change angle maybe this the only world they know of.. If they don’t know about the big wide world then they probably don’t miss it..
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Like two sides of every coin, yours is the other side of the story. Maybe your story is of the ones who are not responding to the war sounds. Could be? 🙂
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The metaphorical sense is beautifully penned aditi! Humans in general love the cage except a few who question the very definition of freedom! They are in possession of greater destinies:) Loved it!
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Aww! That’s such a deep, deep thought! Thank you so much for validating my thoughts! 🙂
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It was a beautiful poem that could stir up deep thoughts Aditi:)
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I absolutely adore you! ❤
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