A Bird Inside The Cage

I was there,
A bird inside the cage;
You came,
Sat on my cage,
Talked about the blue sky,
sweet fruits, blazing rays,
enjoyment of flying over the roaring ocean,
snowy mountains, and all greenish,
But,
You never trained me to fly.
Once i told you a fabricated story,
How i left the cage
and search you here and there,
wandered and returned with heavy heart,
You frowned,
blamed me,
'who told you to fly
do you want me to have problem? '
so...
Please go away,
Oh! flying independent bird,
Enjoy your time,
I'm happy in my cage,
I'm trying to forget
yours all stories
about sweet fruits and blazing rays.

by sarojini pattayat

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Comments (3)

Ha! I also was thinking oh my, such sad and heartbreaking poem! And then that zinger of a last line to throw in a subtle sense of humor! Although I suppose seeing as how he still died it is still fairly sad. I think...........
......oh I truly love this write......I am so pleased she made him a happy man....and yes the last line gave me a laugh......truly a pleasure to read... .................................................~~~~~~ love love love ~~~~~~........................................................
This is supposed to be a sad poem. To all intents and purposes, the subject couldn't be more dismal. Yet it carries before it a sense of morose humour, very reminiscent of a later poet, Hilaire Belloc. The rhyme scheme tends towards the comic opera, and the final stanza removes Death to a different stratosphere. Either that, or I'm spending too much time reading poetry.