Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Into the inviting blue sky,
The bird tries to fly.
Alas, caught in the cage.
Freedom within sight
But not within grasp.
Other birds' chirping can be heard
No different from its own
Yet beneath the surface,
The poignant cry for tender love
Is heard from the heart.
Albeit no one bothers.
An owner's love bestowed is different
What love can it be behind the caged walls
Fate seems beyond control
Future lacks lustre
Other birds enjoy
The joy of flying together
Appreciated for their mastery
Unlike the bird caught
Merely appreciated for its beauty
Destined to fly alone
Always within sight of captivity
Never truly attaining the epitome
Of happiness and love
A shadow of its old self
Heart shuts down
Soul emptied
Devoid of feelings
The bird though physically present
As empty as the cage that encloses it