Pets Parlour

Infinitesimal, wooden, musty cages Beautiful, multifarious birds Silently weep and perch Alienated from the healthy, broad environment To satiate human desires Materialized their freedom A sort of sadism inflicted Miserable existence Their movement, delight, happiness trapped No tree, no nest, no lakes Howsoever gorgeous be the cage Yet cannot replace the natural, green habitat No joy, no chirp, no song For wanderings long But a pestered survival To hopes, cheer, pleasure burial.