THE CAGED BIRD
Golden bars separating the sky,
Enough she had why to lie.
Her favorite food, her favorite toy,
But what she missed was her fly.
For all these days I have felt this heaviness in my heart. Like a huge rock has settled in and have started imitating my heartbeats. Like someone has pinched my arms and legs and held me in place so that I cannot move. Like suddenly, the oxygen content in the atmosphere has got down to xero and my lungs are struggling to breath. Like the sun has lost…