The Caged Bird Poem by lalitha iyer

It was day one
the bird was swollen
with life and passion
it bluntly beat its breast
against he bars of the chest
caring least whether it hurt
or bled or pained its softs;

It was day two
it twittered and tweeted
no passerby turned
its breast swollen with bruise
now hurt alive, no more bar wars
it sang aloud to keep it alive
hear me, hear me, my agonies aloud

Days and weeks past by
the poor bird now rested all day
and woke up at nights
to watch the dew drops whiten the ground
the night birds came and sat near the cage
wondered at a day bird lying awake like a sage
moon peeped in, cool and calm, kissing its plummage.

thus life's youth past
it could watch the squirrels mate and chat
kingfishers breed and mate high in the air
storks and swans land near the water pond
woodpeckers dance and doves peck at each others neck
even the moths and butterflies lived in pair
the poor bird just wept and struggled.

Pain shot up, separation killed,
but no song, no bar wars, no sighs, no hopes
slowly it learnt it should die now
its time to learn that life should end now
or slowly death shall inch her to rest
its shot up live and watched around
to find how beautiful birds kill them unfound.