Cage Poem by MUSAWIR RAAKH

Cage



A LITTLE BOY WITH WAVING CAGE,
ASKED ME ABOUT CUCKOO’S POIGNANT AGE.

IN THE CUCKOO’S EYES, WHEN I GAZED
IN MY PRESENT, MY PAST RAISED

RISING OF THE PAST CAUSED SHEDDING OF TEAR,
THEN HE ASKED ME THE CAUSE OF FEAR.

I STARTED STATING IN GLOOMY STYLE
HOW I PASSED MY PAST DAYS IN FUTILE

ONCE I IMPRISONED IN IGNORANCE
NOT A SOUL TRUSTED MY TRUTHFULNESS,

I FELT THE WORLD AKIN TO A ROOM
MY YOUTH FADED, BEFORE IT COULD BLOOM.

I FAILED TO GAZE THIS CHARMING SIGHT
SHINING OF THE SUN THE MOON BRIGHT.

I FAILED TO HEED MY CHAPS CHATTER
BUT SCREAMING OF MY SELF, WHEN TEARS GLITTER.

I WAS AS SAD AS THIS SAD BIRD
THERE WAS A CAGE BETWEEN ME AND MY WORLD.

YEARS PASSED ON AND A DAY CAME,
WHEN I CAME BACK IN TO THE WORLD’S GAME.

BUT TODAY WHEN I SAW THIS SCARING CAGE
IT REMINDED ME OF THAT MISERABLE AGE.

HEEDING THIS, HE OPENED THE CAGE’S WAY
PRAYING FOR CUCKOO, MAY NEVER BE ITS
PREY.

Cage
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 02 June 2015

This charming sight. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Mohabeer Beeharry 02 June 2015

A great story of faith in oneself. It needs a little correction and will be far better after. The words are strong and beautiful. So you can tighten them up and make a beautiful writing. Mohabeer Beeharry

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