Freedom

Birds seems freer to a girl, she dwells in palace of imagination She can't make it felt, can't tell the things in her questions This is the freedom of the world; there is end of happiness in her eyes When she tries to speak terror strikes, like her tongue is struck with thorns She wants to write her own story, but pen is in someone else hands dusty She sees little from her windows, rest of the world lies in her books She sees the wrinkled face in mirror, fading with age is her fear She can roam freely, but till her backyard near She sees birds under the sky; she thinks to be like bird so high But she knows it's a curse, to being a girl of unloved world