I was a
caged parrot.
Spent many
lonely days, gloomy nights looking at the sky.
Desiring
for Freedom on one fine day.
People used
to talk with me, for fun.
Nobody
cared about my feelings.
They just
took responsibility to feed me everyday.
Sometimes,
I’m pleased by seeing their smiles because of me.
But, I was
gloomy that no one can make me smile.
I was
fighting freedom ‘from’.
I don’t
know how the world is.
But, I
desire for freedom.
Now, that I
got freedom after struggling, after getting a bit old.
I took a
wing to everywhere, to every beautiful place.
I flied to
the top of mountains, almost touched the sky.
I rejoiced
flying in forests.
I made new
pals and also cruel foes.
No one took
responsibility of me.
Everyone
was selfish and mean in this cruel little world.
All these
days, I fought freedom ‘from’.
But now, I
don’t know what I’m going to do with this freedom.
I’m left
alone. I’m tired of flying.
No one is
worried about me.
No one is
ready to give free meals for me.
It is hard
to fight freedom ‘from’.
It is harder
to survive, if you don’t know what this freedom is ‘for’.
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P.S: It's important for you to know about what you are going to do with your freedom. Or else, you will feel cursed.
P.P.S: I'm sure, that I'll find it soon! ^_^
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