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Liberty
I had a lunatic feeling, once, of caging a bird,
I had purchased a very beautifully-looking cage;
I had kept a myna in it and did very well gird,
I saw to it that she felt happy and in joy engage...!
Was my myna happy? Did I think over any time?
Did she eat whatever I had lovingly thrown at her?
Barley, Brown Rice, Buckwheat, Bulgur, and gave the best of lime,
Did she feel that I saw to the best growth of her fine fur...?
I was self-content that my myna liked me very much,
Who can, yet, tell who likes who and hates who and who kills?
I've done everything for her, I thought; left nothing as such,
Why should my myna fly away from me and went black hills...?
I, then, understood that my myna wanted liberty,
Which existing being does not love creativity...???
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Christuraj Alex
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