Sunday, July 16, 2006

The Caged Bird

There is no one to care about me
And I am a bird in a cage
Sometimes I weep in frustration
Sometimes I fly in a rage.

Stone-walls do not a prison make
Nor iron bars a cage
I have heard of this proverb too
These lines were said by a sage.

Ah! these lines have some truth indeed
For though I am made to part
With the spirit of life, yet no one can
Imprison my wild, wild heart.

My heart it roams among the meads
The fields, the parks, the hills
Where the sun rises and every creature
Is free to wander where it wills.

Where, when I used once to wake
In the morn, the wind did oft
Whisper in my ear the spirit of life
In a tone that was sweet and soft.

And I occupied the vast of the sky
And the sky used to occupy me
And I used to greet and cheer my friends
And visit every tree...

Sadia Arman

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