DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

In a bustling big city, there lived a small bird,

Exquisite, rosy, but with eyes filled with the sorrows of the world.

He feared this world unkind,

Scared of us, the cruel mankind.

You see, the bird had witnessed that before,

Many of its friends were captured, free no more,

The little bird’s heart and soul belonged in the sky,

And the thought of a cage made it cry.

It dreamt to touch the stars one day,

But would it have the courage to fight?

One day, the cruel men came,

Trapping the bird, ignoring its pain.

The poor bird was now in a cage,

Its eyes filled with tears and rage,

Heartbroken, lost in this world unfair,

A victim of humans who didn’t care.

This bird isn’t the only one,

 there are many such in this world.

How would we feel if trapped behind the doors?

Caging for our pleasure—are we nothing more?

–         ANAYA SHETH