Caged Birds

I stand here by my window looking outwards
In a house across the street are pairs of newly caged birds
Parrots , sparrows and some fancy exotic birds all in a single cage
I knew in that tiny contraption, they were filled with ultimate rage
Maybe their wings were cropped and space scarce
I have  seen their movements change in due course
They’re a restless lot , their struggles relentless
 But their desire to fly is boundless
 
To the owners, they are just beautiful pets
A sense of ownership , something to possess I guess
But to these birds, this is sheer hell
How in happiness would they possibly dwell?
Birds are natural dancers
And they are such graceful prancers
In fact everything alive is meant to move
To be  nourished in frredom  for it to grow
 it was never meant to be still and stuck in tiny places
That is why God made this world so huge with expansive spaces
It was meant to fly free
It was meant to be.
It seeks fulfillment as it flies
 Across the sky and watch the world go by
 
I hear their songs of sadness  as they chirp everyday
They aren’t singing tunes of hope, life for them is bleak and grey
Its more a wooful cacophony than a melody
Perhaps as the time goes by, they will learn to live by
And accept  their new surrondings
But alas what a waste of wings
 
If only they hear the plight of these hapless birds
And sense the sounds of silence, what a waste of life’s joy in flight
Cos their clipped wings can never flap in delight …
Whose loss is it anyway?
Is what the world might indifferently  say
And perhaps justify as karmic cycle being repaid
Alas!  Isn’t another vicious cycle being relaid?
 
 Savvy Raj
 
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