Closed Bird

I have more than I lift Not the ego or prophesy But to wink of my pedigree Shriek for what past and meddle I can plant more than deserve I can pinch all that preserved Not potential for this time Tide may take me to some shore Yet I can pass this tide I will move in the search of coast Not lament but the vigor Bird natter inside a closed cage But it’s a golden cage Closed inside; so vividly Not visible outside; nix to light Covered the self Though can fly high What’s the use? Small bird quack and fly freely In that ego the golden bird expired silently! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.