The book that was lying there waiting to be read


had all the great things great men ever said


he never had the courage to turn through the pages


to all the more realise the density of cages


that held him so long he forgot to live


was so much in taking never thaught to give


only if he had lessened the load


only if he had taken the road


things could have changed beyond his perception


life would have given him less of deception


now that he sits with flash backs of past


there arent any good memories to last


gathering himself he walks through the door


feeling his weakning grip on the floor


frail & hopeless he picks up the book


he finally opens & takes a look


to only realise it has no words


just an image of a small little bird


on every single page waiting to fly


flip it & the bird breaks a hook to rise sky high


the hook may be different,result is the same


birds we are with different names


some fly high some get caught


difference lying in the way we fought


If you were born you have to die


dont ask god the question why ?


choice is yours a cage or a tree


freedom actually never comes for free !

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