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Payal Mar 2018
What was I thinking
When I saw a caged bird? 
I thought she was singing because she wanted to be heard .
You might think it's absolutely absurd, 
But open sky was the place she always preferred.
Cage wasn't bad ,
But It wasn't as good as the sky .
Everybody always had a question "why" .
It was because when in sky she could flight high ,
Instead of flapping her wings in a frantic way due to which she died .
All she wanted to do was fly ,
In those grey clouds and blue skys ,
It was those green trees she wanted to pass by,
But eventually she was in a cage .. she had to die.

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