Bird in the Cage

Years ago, during my college days, I was in a phase where my stammering ‘iceberg’ was growing deep down… Acceptance was unknown then. And writing did give me a vent. But writing about stammering upfront? That was something I couldn’t have ever imagined that time. So, I decided to pen down a poem, which symbolizes “Stammering” and the difficulties a PWS has to go through. I would like to share the same poem to all my friends here. The poem is titled : “Bird in the Cage”.

Far away from me

With its arms open wide,

I see the sky

And the sun alongside,

The golden leaves

Dance with the winds,

And the flowers watching

Like the royal kings

“This is your life,”

Say the trees giving a sigh,

“You are born to fly, you are born to fly”

My fellow beings

Hum the tunes of life,

They share the happiness

And the fruits, Oh! So ripe.

“Tell me how it feels,”

“to be free?”, I plead…

Like I don’t exist,

They pay no heed,

There’s nothing but my heart,

To hear me cry,

“I too want to fly, I too want to fly”

With my weak little beak,

I stab so hard

To break open

The strong iron guard,

I flap my wings

Faster than last time,

Only to see

My feathers fall in the slime,

The crow on the windowpane

Mocks all the hours,

“You are caged in bars, you are caged in bars”

Tough may be these bars,

I can’t sever them apart,

But listen all you fellows,

I don’t loose heart.

Look at me not,

With those usual sorry eyes,

I am one like you,

So very beautiful, so very nice.

Being a bird, I always dream high,

“A day will come, when I will fly, I will fly”