A Bird In Cage Poem by Dona Bhadra

Oh please! oh please! do save me from this,
In this place I do feel to die of stress.
In this little cage why did they put me,
Why did they leave me to die.
Everyday they give me the same food; the same thing.
And every time I try to fly they stop me,
And until one day my wings were cut.
I cried, I wept, I said so many things,
But no one did care, no one did care for me.
Everyday I see the sun and wish to fly high,
I want to swim in the blue calm pool...and..
Forget it! What can I do without my poor wings,
What can I do with my poor feathers,
my dried up beak,
my soar voice,
and my unlucky faith.
The only thing I could do is to wait for my death.
The thing which could relieve me from all my burden,
The thing that shows me the path to happiness.