A Chirping Bird & a Caged Soul
Along With Their Stories
A Caged Soul
My suffocated being inside the cage,
I hear the song of the forest; I hear Nature’s invite,
I see the blue sky, the white cloud, in my eyes but out of reach.
My soul surfs there, my being suffers.
My small yard, in sultry chirp I cry, in the memory of my uninterrupted fly.
What is my…