A poem captivating the cry of a free-spirited bird, caught and trapped inside the iron bars. She visualize a dream, a boundless flight with her sisters in the clear, open sky, which she always longed for, but maybe a vain.
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I KNOW HOW A CAGED BIRD FEELS
I know how a caged bird feels,When she is snaffled in the
bars,With her tied legs and stifled voiceLay on the floor,
unnoticeableWhat can she do now?Her rock-bottom voice and deceased
movementCompelled her to sleep.
Over the mountains, over the plainsSousing fully in the
rains,With her feathers broadly open,The journey seems
sempiternal.
And a piece to say of the oceanThat rills the lucid and the
bluest waterUnder which the predator scuppers,Hey! With her wide
eyes brightened,They were seen from far apart,And her feathers got
almost nabbedBut they go in vain. It was a beautiful dream.And she
opens her eyes to the cruel world.
Still, her legs tied and voice unclear,But her eyes wide
opened.The boundless flight in the air that she saw,Through which
freedom peeps and hopes lingerWith whom the boundation was not the
bars,And they winged fearlessly in the skies,And I tell you what,
their legs tied with the speedy windAnd their voices like king,And
unlike her cage of bars,Sky was their only limit.
