Being kidnapped from its place
Poor bird—into a cage
Had not been imprisoned in its life
It hopped, it flew, and just realized—
Almost frantically it jumped
left and right and front and back
almost hopelessly it struggled
up and down and top and bottom
and back and front and right and left
and bottom and top and down and up
and left, and right,
and front, and back,
and up,
and down,
It surrendered to reality
And took a rest at the corner of the cage.
(Aug 31,2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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