For The Lonely

Caged Bird

I feel like a bird, caged without a key,
With my wings clipped and no one to set me free;
The whole world I can see, but only from where I stand,
Sadly I can’t feel it for damned is my hand.
Now I know why the caged bird sings,
Though born with it, tied down, she can’t spread her wings;
She listens to her owners, as they train her from birth,
Trained to be like them but not for what she’s worth.
The caged bird was still there, hung from the ceiling of the porch,
When the sight of a male, quickly burned her heart like a torch;
She sang a beautiful love song, calling him near,
After a glance, he flew away as if he didn’t hear.
She sings her old sorrowful song again, hoping, wishing,
That someone might hear her, as she goes on singing;
She attracts a crowd, of people filled with glee,
But her beauty and song are all they can see.
She smiles as they applaud her, the air is filled with cheers,
But a smile is just a smile, when behind it there are tears;
Tears that roll down, wetting her skin,
But they still don’t care what life she has seen.
I am like that bird, longing for freedom,
Freedom to do whatever I can, even start my own kingdom;
But dreams will remain dreams if this is how life goes,
For what is within the heart of a bird, I guess nobody knows.

this poem was written by my friend divya. it has been 3 years since she sent the email to me and i never could delete it as i feel that it really stikes a chord and i am sure that many people can emphatise with this. enjoy and if you want more, go to www.diviouslyangelic.blogdrive.com. luv you div and i wish you the best of everything...