The caged bird, can seldom see through, the bars of the cage, in darkness. He has clipped wings. He has tied feet. He has empty stomach and plate, but he can sing.
He sings with fear. He sings with agony, but he sings love songs. He thinks he is heard. He is not!
Mohammed Arafat 10-13-2020
No caption needed as this poem talks about a lot of what we see every single day in our lives.