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| Not That You Have To Search A Key For Liberation.You Just Have To Realize Coz The Key Has Always Been With You |
Born at cage.
When all at once it was shaking,
Then crevices split, white-shell shattered;
Out-came the little poor-thing,
With eyes small, feathers that never fluttered,
“Came to the world, woah…Came…to..THE world”
Was all that it had, in mind, the caged bird!
To peck, the cage-floor was full of grain,
Water/whatever, there it had them all.
Months flowed as water into drain.
With pity in my eyes, I always saw it crawl.
That day came unusually, as I gazed and I gazed in sympathy,
Supposedly mute bird spoke; and that froze me under the sky.
“The cage is not the world. Why don’t you come out?” I said;
“Hold your tongue! It is you who is caged!” it raged.
“Fly out. Measure the sky!” I said again.
“ I know, I know how it should be for you,
To walk and sit bound behind the iron bar
The doors those which don’t allow you through,
Break them all, Come get your grain. Win the war!”
What the bird said to me, to digest, it was hard,
Never did I in defense utter a single word.
Argument creates...yet action solves,
I threw the cage open!
