And in poems
The little bird finally
Sees the door of her cage
But chooses to stay

It was a joke
When your eyes fell on mine
It was all a  joke
When our fingers intertwined
& I was the joke
Thinking you were only mine

Swimming on dry land
where I was human
asking for air
and I was a fish
asking for water

Feet against sand
where flowers dont bloom in
that nothing was fare
and the only wish
was to get better