A new world thrives today,
what a paradox the time brings,
where a free bird lives in fears,
But this little caged bird sings.
Happy in own life's monotone,
Unaware of the world beyond walls.
Knows not how deep fountains dive,
or how it is when autumn falls.
Uninterested in cool morning breeze,
and afraid of new open skies,
How safe,cozy my cage around,
Away from this world's vice.
Once a free bird came to that porch,
Her eyes met caged happy eyes,
Sitting in warmth of feeding hands,
And basking in its own lies.
I will not swap places here,
trade not my will for anything.
My daily risk of survival though,
fear of falling,a broken wing.
She then flew for the higher skies,
And saw from there endless mazes,
Where everybody smiles contended,
But were locked in their silver cages.
In sheer conflict with the norms here,
she was laughed at for feeling free,
She smiled and flew back to her nest,
In a far away jungle, on an old oak tree..
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