A poem on birds.
Wish I could fly again.
Days that passed away,
When I used to fly,
Fly high in the sky.
Roaming in the blue,
My green feathers glowed,
Feeling the fresh breeze,
And nature's sweet sounds.
But then on one day,
My puny feathers caught,
In a vicious trap.
Shut in this cage,
Today I can only weep.
Was my beauty a curse?
Was this supposed to be?
The colorful world of mine,
Was now too blurry to see.
Life's a prison now,
With no meaning at all,
Seeking for a meaning,
And feeding on the packaged foods,
My zest has vapoured overall.
Still in me,
A deep desire lies,
To break this little world,
And jump into mine,
Wish I could fly again.