Birdcage

Birdcage

The little cage swings under the morning sky,
Inside, a bird sings with gentle cry.

Golden rays touch the iron frame,
Freedom outside whispers its name.

Soft feathers flutter against the bars,
Dreams travel far beyond the stars.

A child gazes with hopeful delight,
Hears the melody glowing bright.

Still the heart longs for open flight,
Fields and forests bathed in light.

Silence waits when the song is gone,
Echoes remain though the bird flies on.

GR kaviyoor 
25 08 2025
( Canada, toronto)

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