The Cage And The Bird. Poem by Subrata Ray
The Cage And The Bird.
The body is the cage,
That holds the soul.
The bio-mind by habits,
Covers it, and rolls.
Most of us, forget the focus,
As the smokes of desires run,
The sun with, remains unseen,
And the gay-play wastes the fun.
The enormous sky, in the vast within lies,
And the soul can come out from body's cover,
It soars and soars, with no longueur,
And emits joy and delight while it hovers.
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