Life and The Freedom

PART ONE

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I want to run in circles,
Till I feel intoxicated.
Till the world stops rotating,
And the bird flies, escaping from her cage.

Never had it felt that it could fly so high,
Always a dream to say a goodbye.
Just look at the kite fly by,
Controlled like a puppet in the sky.

Clouds move fast like smoke in the heaven,
But they would never come down to Earth.
For if you want to roam free,
Just take a big leap and fly away.

As the bird looked back at its cage,
The stinging thought of food struck it.
Flying back down from a height,
It dived into the cage.

As I stopped spinning,
The pain knocked in.
I fell on the ground,
With a painful realisation dawning upon me.

The kite was cut down,
It flew down in freedom.
But before it knew,
It crash-dived into a hive.

So for all the clouds that were floating away,
Were pushed aside by the big yellow sun.
No freedom comes just like that,
Every thing here is a bait.

TO BE CONTINUED....