A Singing Caged Bird Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

Strike my mind those days when I was free,
When I'd meet my friends with love and glee,
They excused me if I commit any misdeed,
And also helped when I was in need.

Ah! My limitless blue surface I lost,
On my mild wings I would fly very fast,
The sky was my yard where I'd play,
And searching for food flew towards clay.

When I miss my beautiful heavenly nest,
My pining heart gives another cup of unrest,
With my kins in which I lived with zest,
My soul cries - For me that was the best.

Peace lies there and is full of fragrance,
And is surrounded by flowers-fence,
To the garden my nest makes no distance,
Missing it, going to expire my existence.

I prefer my broken nest to this golden cage,
Was born and have I to die in my nest,
And it has been dear to me since my little age,
I prefer death to slavery in golden walls, with zest.

With my beloved I would take food,
So, alone I can't here nor she there,
Hence we both'll curse thee in pathetic mood,
Not only we both but also Venus somewhere.

O fowler! Set me free, we'll pray for thee,
Thy greatness will breakout all over uneverse,
Thy beloved never be displeased with thee,
Nor ever befall parting: says my verse.



15/08/06