Wednesday

I Feel Like a Caged Bird !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whenever I look up at sky,
I always see a bird flying.
In that moment of time,
I always want to mime.

In life, there comes some moments,
When I want to fly.
Like a bird who sways high,
Whenever I look up at sky.

At day, tries hard to feed,
But gets esteem for it’s deed.
At night, sleeps very tight,
Getting ready for it’s next flight.

When a bird comes in sight,
In the cloudy surface of white.
Want to write my destiny alike,
Free from worldly pains that strike.

I feel like caged in day-to-day life,
While seeing a bird up at the sky.
Bound to the real life that strife,
Want to touch skyline with rife.

Whenever I look up at sky,
I always see a bird flying.
In that moment of time,
I always want to mime.