On a rainy day ,
There was a bird in a cage,
It looked through the bars and said
"Why this melancholic weather feels so serene ?"
Listening to this the mother bird replied,
"This is the call of the death ,
Don't go there ,
Cause it's like walking into the lion's den"
The bird was in woe , obeyed to it's mother even though he didn't felt buoyant,
The bird then grew livin' in cage ,
Once again looking at the rain ,
It looked up to the dark sky ,
And said ;
"Something calls me ,
I don't know who is it ,
No matter what the colour,
Azure, midnight , crimson or Twilight,
There's a voice from the sky,
My ears are surrounded by this melody of life ,
Mother told me there's something outside ,
I don't know what to call it ,
A monster or a the invite of liberate?"
"There's something called life outside,
A world vast from just survive ,
Once you're out there you realise,
The real monsters are inside!"
Said the old bird in her last time ,
Soon it became a reminiscent of insight.
First time Seeing the mortality of the living,
The bird gasped and realised;
"So My life isn't worth to cherished,
Cause My presence or passage will go disguised ,
Neither my death or life will bring change ,
And this cage will be the propellant of all my vain"
The bird then suddenly raised it's head and shouted ;
" Whether I'll be useless for this sphere ,
Whether I'll be in pain ,
Even if my wings fall on this sol ,
Or my eyes shed tears of remorse,
I'll gain my sovereign,
Cause my feathers are in a rage ,
my wings wants to race ,
The world is calling me ,
And I can't wait ,
The world outside will kill me ? So will the cage !
The hell is more bearable than dying incarcerated,
So today my beak won't only speak ,
Today it Will be the strongest key,
To liberal the captivated and spread the melody of commitment and perseverance,
Today the fear will break so is the contained."
By saying this the bird lifted it's gape with the strongest will ,
And shattered the seal of it's hell,
Spreading its wings for the first time ,
It felt weightless ,
It took it's first flight like a piece of cake ,
The bird then flew away from the confinement,
A pleasent joy welcomed him, like the first sunshine after a heavy rain.........
~the end
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PoetryA poetry by vaivi (butterslvttcafee) This poetry suggests about a bird who lives in a cage , the bird have never seen the outside world and is curious to know about the things outside , but it's mother's stops it from going there ... Read the enti...
