Earth-born soul that to the stars
Looks forth from these low prison bars,
Tho’ our keepers say that we will sing
We all are cage-born bird, unhappy thing;
Doing whatever the world command
Losing every battle without holding a sword,
Born with chains of dos and don’ts
Resting our heads on the cold iron rods;
Reality calls so we build our lives
Challenging the realities with new dreams,
This reaching out for life and love
That mocks us like a flitting dove;
Searching within our dying souls
What we want; never defining our own roles,
Every life cryin’ for distinguished song
Wondering if one more day went wrong?
One-day solitude knocks on our door
With laughter deafening our ears to the core,
Holding a mirror; reflection of what we wanted
And we moan over all that we chanted;
For a loftier spirit that is wounded now
All lives haunted by the question - “How”?
No dream lived “true” through all these age
For no one ever tussled his way out of this cage.
© Saher 31st Mar’06
