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Caged Forever My hand print
The blue sky its home, no boundaries, no confines,
It scales the mountains, pierces the winds,
traverses countless miles, with the will
to touch the sun, the free bird flies and flies.

But the bird in captivity sits in its decorated,
painted cage, it fumes, frets, pleads and
sheds a tear with rage
It sings shill songs filled with agony and melancholy,

Sings of pain and helplessness, it despises Here is my hand print,
being lonely Five fingers in all,
With no kith or kin to share, her song is Outside they are short,
her throttled cry, But the middle is tall.

It just yearns to grab a piece of its You will find them on windows
home, the limitless sky You can find them on walls,
Staring at the endless sky, the girl sheds They will make a big mess,
a tear or two, For something so small.

The womb was not safe, the house, the
roads, the offices are not too .... One day I will grow,
The limitless blue sky is not for her to And leave them no more,
spread her wings, My hand print will be missed,

Her flight aborted, wings bound, pulled back Of that, I am sure
by a thousand strings,
The bird in captivity lets out shrill cries, So here is one how,
filled with empathy, That you can‟t wipe away

She has a companion, no more lonely ...... My present to you
common dreams, common aspirations they share ... This mother‟s day.
Just a fearless flight is all that they care ...... Anshu Meena
Tanishka Kumari VIII-B

VIII-‟B‟

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