Voice In A Cage…
The bird is limited its boundaries in the cage,
Restricted to see far beyond these bars of rage.
His wings are clipped, and the feet are tied,
He was promised love and care but everyone lied.
His world has become so dark and still,
There is no freedom left and no thrill.
Each days passes like waiting near his grave,
He has been cursed with shadows of nightmare.
He opens his throat to plead for someone should save,
But his voice cannot go far and hits against his grave…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag