The fist sized bird settled in a cage, <br />Chirping day and night happy and rage, <br />Fluttering the wings to the sight of the page, <br />Those have the gender and beauty gauge, <br />Looking for the right fruit to fulfill its shortage, <br />Protected between the cushion of water vintage, <br />The bird is safe and its throat not choked, <br />The chest is not held during the moment of laughter, <br />The steps are not checked during the time of leisure, <br />The shiny wings of it may glitter and waltz during the old age, <br />The bird is kept out of thorny nest of stressful spillage, <br />The bird is young, vibrant and profound, <br />Despite the decades of experience slap and haunt, <br />The bird is free of nostalgic sorrow and hallucinates, <br />It is nourished with pellets of love and calm.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-in-the-left-the-heart/
