Caged Birds

THE CAGED BIRDS When the twilight falls with light of clumsy fish in a shallow stream rain flows with raging winds *YOUNG POET* Living oppressed like an aged cloth hang under the spicy sun singing song of lamentation to cool down their burning nerves *YOUNG POETESS* They hiss like a wounded ororo snake chokes with vengeance in orhere-land, curly and springy it glistens in the dark *YOUNG POET* The world was discoloured as their heart rending *YOUNG POETESS*