End Of Bondage

From the mother's breast It landed in prison It was a different nest For it without reason! It had not grown wing Sky was a distant dream They wanted it to sing They and their strange whim! Controlled by alien hands It sought the mother's warmth Surrendering to odd demands Hiding sorrow in a forced mirth! There was no way it could sing Joy was barred by walls and ceiling It had only a fragment of sky, Grieving heart, mournful sigh! Then one day opened the cage It was free from all bondage ‘Is it faking death? ' said someone Never knowing its freedom was won!