Realisations Of A Gypsy Poem by Aamir Khan

Ah! it lay in a pleasant twitter
of gladdened hope through a maddened age
where red beak marks of a bird, glitter
as the only gold of a gilded cage

Ah! it rose like a morning sun
thrusting through the gloomy skies
While I, stung, much like everyone
drew far away to wash my eyes

Ah! it fell cast off a rocky loom
when the raiment of life was woven
that returned, an epitaph on a tomb
'Rest in Peace' amongst the chosen

That whose grim pursuit, ravaged many a day
Happiness rather was, a mere thought away