Rising above the deepest lesion that has scratched the soul,
the bird flaps its wings ,
embracing the hard achieved liberty,
unaware of its feet tied strappingly to the cage
it was released from.
Thinking about the most awaited dream blending into the reality,
the bird flaps its wings singing the songs of the freedom.
 Blaming oneself for forgetting to fly,
the bird tries harder and harder..
‘Oh wow ! finally you are free now’ ,
encourages the tired wings to flutter
The passing breezes dare the bird to conquer the sky,
as it is the only wish that has travelled the incessant miles.
But the songs of freedom gradually turn into a fearful trill,
suffocating the rejoice at the lump of the throat.
The wings are splintered and wretched and shattered,
for the reason that the poor bird has been chasing the destination at nowhere.
Slowly the reality unwraps itself through the corner of its eyes,
finally the realizes that the land kissing the sky is just an illusion at the horizon,
 and the bird quietly returns to its cage….

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