3rd August 2012
Like the soul of a bird
With wings of stone
My heart yearns for freedom
From a cage my own
I built it from my fears
Raised it from admonitions
And fastened the door tight
Like the soul of a bird
With wings of stone
My heart yearns for freedom
From a cage my own
I built it from my fears
Raised it from admonitions
And fastened the door tight
With the lock of expectations
My mind holds the key
Yet my hands shudder
Of my own device,
Alas, I am a prisoner.
My mind holds the key
Yet my hands shudder
Of my own device,
Alas, I am a prisoner.
~Prajakta
