'Inside a steel cage, seeking outside.
Here getting feed without any effort'
'Time seems Golden, when used to fly too farther for feed'
'Open air, always fear to flow away.
But here not fear but stopped on a stage'
'Nothing to rush, nothing to make.
Kind a shell seems like the Jail'
'Its been long ago when i saw the sky.
Will ever see or would my wings let me fly'
Samar Sudha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem