About caging a pretty bird!

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ABOUT CAGING A PRETTY BIRD

A person sees a very pretty, colorful bird ;
with many colorful feathers;
that is soaring in the sky;
in the all its glory.

They take a liking to it .
They want it..
They want to  own it.
They want to keep it at their beck and call;
so that they can watch the pretty feathers;
whenever they want.

They want to keep  it near;
so they can hear it sing it's pretty songs;
whenever they want to hear one .

They lay a trap.
They catch the bird.
They put it in a CAGE.

Days pass by,
the bird gets sadder and sadder.
It cannot fly in all its majesty.
Flying, which is its second nature;
is not allowed anymore!

It sits in its unnatural circumstances,
in that tiny little cage,
a pitiful spectacle.
It gets sadder by the day.
The bondage,
the lack of freedom;
NO skies, no trees..
Just  a tiny cage.

A majestic creature that once soared the skies ,
now sits in a tiny space of a cage.
The bird tries to get out in the first few days.
No luck!
Days pass..

The bird is resigned to its fate.
It sheds a silent tear every now and then.
It waits..
maybe the cage will open,
maybe I will go..
The cage doesn't open.

Slowly, the bird becomes another person.
A person who sits in a cage waiting to be fed.
It changes.

The colorful feathers shed.
No more colorful feathers.
Just some grayish singed ones.

No more of that freshness anymore.
The glow of the body is gone.
Some more silent tears.

A body transformation.
Unhealthy feathers in a  filthy cage.
The bird stops singing too..
After all,what is there to sing about sitting in a tiny cage?
Nothing..nothing at all!

Slowly, slowly,
the bird forgets the skies,
the trees, the singing..
it becomes this colorless, sad, grey feathered bird;
that never sings!

It just lets out a sigh,
a sad sigh of bondage,
It cries some more,
Tears dry up!

The heart is broken,
the body is dead
The bird dies!
Merely of heartbreak,
of  bondage ,
of having been possessed ;
and displaced !

It dies,
It lays there in the cage,
till someone clears up the cage;
Yet for another new bird with colorful feathers
To come in
Waiting...the cage is waiting.
Written by Dr.A aka Lecinqblog
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