I wish to fly
But our wings are cut
The sky calls me
But we are in cages shut

We were Freeborne
no worries with us
Eating grains or fruits
Or insects so found

Dependent are we
For our masters bring us food
As per his wish or will.
And we the Poor ones

Stop! Said the other one
You see yourself in cage
But we are safe
From prey birds and wilds

The prison of ours
Is our home from then
The master looks at us
With love and care

Thinking and talking
Swinging to and fro
The two little birdies
Trapped in their thoughts

No way to go
No strength to fly
Till firm determination
To be free from all.

Self composed
Unpublished