Caged
Photo:Twitter Can a child who is born for freedom fly when its wings are out? or can a mother whose stomach had housed a child for 9 months be denied her baby's growth? How then can we enjoy the sensation of freedom when we are caged? This is a quick poem that entangles the mystery of imprisonment and it impact on the live of one who are bond and their infinite desire for freedom. Sitting still on swollen word lips Hands on-shore and gaze on steels I heard their voracious laughter Cheering my tearful plead In menace "Set my caged feather to sail" I moan in a voice of unheard harmony Read also the call Lazy bird is only lazy in stillness But potential it will in freedom For her lips will sing harmoniously To everything that breath continuously But in the rings surrounded by white hunters Her bravery is graciously locked In her heart's corners Her stomach craved the tantalizing Spice of freedom recipe Courting down the lips and racing teeth Of the difference sloops