The Cage
All stories that lead to castle once ran through a course of rage.
The dancing heart is scared now to go on flowered stage.
Dreams which felt like soothing blanket are nothing but an invitation to the Golden Cage.
Bird now tired of flying rested in a glory haze.
She fell into deep sleep without realizing that it is the shine of the Golden Cage!!
Copyright © Swati Gupta | Year Posted 2025
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