There was a bird,
Captured in a cage.
Fighting for life,
Under desires and rage.
There was a flower,
Given away by time.
Petals plucked by prisoner,
But counted not a crime.
There was a lioness,
Brought her from the forest.
Trained to perform well,
By new master's interest.
There was a girl,
Raised up and married.
Freedom out of sight,
Her owner's orders she carried.
Sharon Mathew
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Here in India, many housewives are treated just like slaves. And this happens in many other countries too... I might another poem about this soon.
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PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
