In a distant city
Away from the woods
Caged a cuckoo with a cloudy mood.
Her owner
A frosty nosed millionaire
Gave her a gold cage.
Her melodious tone had faded away,
Wings had refused to unfold.
Shivering all through, refusing any food,
She only cried and cried in the cold.
Her tears
Leaked out from her eyes, touched the soft tufts of grass,
The Earth noticed her longing for the woods
Peeping deep from the niche of her heart.
He just touched
Her heart with the magic wand.
The soul came out
Danced merrily, sang in utmost liberty without any fear.
Early next morning
When the Lady of lots
Came to the cage
It dawned on her
She had caged herself
Not the cuckoo
In her self-made maze.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
