A BIRDS LAST WISH

A BIRDS LAST WISH

Once I was caught by a bird catcher

From my kingdom, imported to a cage.

I was frightened at  the very sight of the prison.

Deeply shocked, terribly frightened

I rather looked for help from some one

I found a similar bird in that cage.

A partner in exile , I may say so.

He was very happy there

He was talking with the little door.

Playing with the cradle,

Caressing the food bowl.

Swinging in the rod where it seated.

At times singing too loud.

in fact he tried to amuse me too.

I began to enjoy his company , for true.

I was astonished to see him,

how can one be happy in a prison.

Ignorance is bliss, true for him

Slowly I developed a soft corner for him,

Now he is a good friend of mine.

We talked , played and quarreled  together

and somehow I tried to be as happy as he was there.

I  tried to narrate about my freedom

How happy I was there in my kingdom.

He often look at me enthusiastically,

Feels  happy looking at me.

he often try to visualize my feelings

my sympathy my compassion has now its own wings.

we are caged birds till now,

my urge to fly high is still  in my heart.

A slight change ,of course

during this period, mine has changed to ours.

I want to fly with my companion, my love

I want to show the  freedom which we deserve

But, he know not what freedom is,

Is happy in his circumstances.

My feathers are now too heavy to fly

I know I can’t  fly now, …..a deep sigh.

For me my wings are now a burden ,

But how can I stop thinking about my freedom.

I know the urge for my freedom may cost my life

Still I am waiting for that moment, my freedom my last wish.