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Freedom

Frantic for freedom, It fidgeted in that cage. Then it pecked at & clipped its own wings/feathers. One by one, every day. It assumed that when there would be no wings, There'd be no freedom to crave for. And that it would be able to make itself believe That the cage was in fact, its nest.
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shruti-chakraborty
Published
Aug 4, 2016
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#poetry#freedom#life#misery
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