A free bird,
roar high,
in the sky.
So wild,
So independent.
A day came.
Fortunately or unfortunately.
Bird was chosen by a merchant.
Its price was paid.
It was kept in a Golden Cage.
It was given all and every thing.
For few days,
Bird felt itself so lucky.
The honeymoon period,
culminated,
Bird now realize,
the significance of previous,
wildness and independence.
It vividly ponders,
what is more precious?
Golden cage or unlimited sky?
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