Like a wingless bird,
I stare out of my cage,
To catch a glimpse of the rains,
Descending on the roofs,
Of an abandoned playhouse,
The rains heal my sordid pains.
Dreaming of freedom,
I stretch my neck out of the bars,
Twist it to my left,
And bend it in shame,
To repent over my plight of disdain,
Desperate to splash beneath the rains.
Held hostage by my nightmares,
Teased by veiled hope,
Burnt someday by the fire of desire,
I will turn ash,
My cage shall lay hanging,
Only I will perish in quest of freedom,
To revel beneath the halo of rains.
-vociferous
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