Ask not what freedom means to me,
It’s an elixir for a caged birth flapping it’s wings to set free,
Feeling suffocated even in the large golden coup,
Wanting to taste the freedom, always deprived,
Living with a hope to fly high one day,
Feel the open sky and breathe in fresh air,
To touch the horizon some day,
Seeing the hawk soar up in the sky,
A jealousy arise in its heart,
Craving for that satisfaction one day.
We, humans, are the wrong one to comment,
It’s plight is worst than ours,
It’s future more bleak than ours,
Living in darkness with false hope is suffocating.
Learn to fly in the space provided,
Making use of the opportunities granted,
Otherwise, even the whole world seems small and throttling.