THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. <br />They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate. <br />The free bird cries, 'O my love, let us fly to the wood.' <br />The cage bird whispers, 'Come hither, let us both live in the cage.' <br />Says the free bird, 'Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?' <br />'Alas,' cries the caged bird, 'I should not know where to sit perched in the sky.' <br /> <br />The free bird cries, 'My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands.' <br />The cage bird sings, 'Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned.' <br />The forest bird cries, 'No, ah no! songs can never be taught.' <br />The cage bird says, 'Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands.' <br /> <br />There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing. <br />Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other. <br />They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, 'Come closer, my love!' <br />The free bird cries, 'It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage.' <br />The cage bird whispers, 'Alas, my wings are powerless and dead.'<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tame-bird-was-in-a-cage/
