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Aug 2015
I was once free,
Free to do what appealed me,
Flying from east to west,
And north to south.

I flew to lowlands and highlands,
In search of food,
To feed me and my kids.
To take a break away from my nest.

Then one day a huntsman caught me.
He locked me up in a cage,
It was so small that I'd suffocate.
I couldn't spread my wings.

I was taken to a house,
It was full of cockroach and mouse,
The huntsman fed me bird seeds.
They smelt of raw meat.

Hesitantly I ate what he gave,
I did what he wanted.
Because my life was on stake.
Thanks to my idiocy.

I wished I never flown to this jungle,
Where this cruel man resided.
In this dark and haunted nest
If this is what it's called.

He cut off my wings,
My beautiful blue wings !
He sells them to people.
Such an evil man.

If only I was a human,
I'd take my revenge.
But right now all I have to do is relax,
And hope that I live my life either his way or my way.
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Written by
Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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