Golden Bondage Poem by Vidyadhar Durgekar
Golden Bondage
Inside the bars of a golden cage,
Savoring the fresh corn of maize,
There is everything to eat and gaze,
It is the golden cage of bondage;
They love me they say,
With a gift to eat and play,
They need me to please,
From their bored life to ease;
It is not the love I need,
I wish to fly in the breeze,
With a feeling of myself free,
For which I am born, you see;
I will love you if you leave me free
From golden bondage for myself to feed,
Like a poor farmer toiling in the field,
With my likes, perching on top of a tree;
wonderful poem! I love reading it, my mother even enjoys it, it reminds us when we use to go see my grandma
With interest the adviser has read your verses … _ at you clever 'adviser! ' _ I congratulate … best wishes...
What better metaphor for freedom could there be than a bird? Very poignant. And lovely too, I think. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra
Yes the 'golden cage of bondage' clips one's wings just for the amusemnt of others. Very apt poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/12/2024 5:37:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well put together. A most enjoyable read. Ian