Wings Of Sorrow Poem by RIYA EKKA

In gilded bars, I dwell and pine,
A prisoner of beauty, I lament and whine.
My eyes gaze out, upon the tree,
Where friends and kin, their freedom be.

Their songs and chirps, a bittersweet refrain,
Echo through my cage, a sorrowful strain.
I see them soar, on wings so free,
Their joy and laughter, a cruel mockery to me.

The sky above, a brilliant blue,
A canvas stretching wide, for them to flew.
Their shadows dance, upon the wall,
A reminder of my captivity's thrall.

Oh, to join them, in their aerial play,
To feel the wind beneath my wings, and seize the day.
But alas, I'm trapped, in this gilded space,
A bird in a cage, with a longing face.

My cries and tears, a symphony of pain,
A plea to fate, to end this cruel refrain.
For freedom's call, is a siren's song,
That echoes deep and keeps my heart so strong.