I am bird.
Like all creatures
I value my freedom.
Having been imprisoned for so long
I have forgotten what freedom tastes like.
My wings have hardened
And my sight shortened.
There is no outside.
The inside is limited,
An eye sore.
Gone the blue sky
And the warm sunshine.
Gone the chirps
And the cool taste of the woodland brook.
Once freedom was my birthright
Now a shrivelled dream,
Turned into a recurrent nightmare.
Who my mother and father were?
Through vague screens of folding mist
Glimpses of their faces
Fan pass.
I hardly remember the village
I came from
For I was plucked from my father's home,
Except for a great river
And a sprawling field of wild flowers.
Freedom was my twin brother.
We were born together
Raised together.
For the loss of it
I have died many a time behind these bars.
Freedom is one precious aspect of life to cherish till death...a poignant metaphorical write...lovely. Thanks for visiting my poem ' Love, peace and harmony'
Thank you so very much again for reading and commenting. Mohabeer Beeharry
Having been imprisoned for so long! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Caged bird is a good metaphor. Nice.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Mohabeer Beeharry