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 Contest Question : After death if you have to enter this Earth life ...why?