free , are the birds....

 some birds aren't meant to be caged ,
their feathers are just too bright.
and when they fly away the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up ,
does rejoice....
but still the place you live in, is much more drab when they r gone.. :(

                                                                  FREE FLIGHT

There was once  , a dove , beautiful was her might.

Beautiful were her feathers , lovely was her flight ,

The eyes were full on innocence , and the aura was bright .

Free was the air , and boundless was her flight.

 

Close to the jungle , was a small village ,

Rustic were the ways , of people in all age ,

But , there was a lad  , loving as a sage ,

Pride of his mother  , in her old age.

 

The dove and the lad were great pals ,

The dove would get him berries ,

And the lad would break open the hard cherries .

 

Together they had the deepest of talk ,

And the lad , would face people’s mock ,

“I think , he’s gone mad.”

 this made his mother sad .

 

But the elders of the village knew ,

As this friendship grew ,

That they understood , all said and not ,

As women carried water , in the earthen pot.

 

Came to the jungle a hunter , searching for game ,

Looked at the dove , everything else now seemed lame ,

For the bird she was , anyone could go insane ,

 Blinded by lust , could he be blamed ?

 

So for the dove , the net was set ,

And the hunter waited ,

And in no time the dove fell victim ,

in the cage , now her fate waited.

 

He took the cage , to the prince of the land ,

Hoping the prize  , be huge and grand ,

The prince took her , in his hand ,

Waived off the mud and sand.

he saw the scar on her feet ,

and the hunter was beheaded..

 

the prince was in love ,

he build a castle , a garden so huge ,

where he hoped  , she would flap her wings ,

and he would listen ,the songs as she sings .

 

but never came the day , when she smiled ,

never came the day when she showed her flight ,

for she hoped and missed the lad ,

and the walls were too high for a fight.

 

True was his love , so the prince realized ,

Opened the gates , and turned around ,

Her departure was something , he couldn’t bare ,

Strong he held him , proud he did his share .

 

Delighted the dove , flew up in the sky ,

Above all heights , beyond all high.

A flower she dropped , from the sky ,

For the prince , who now wouldn’t  cry.

 

She went straight to the same old tree ,

Flew as hard as she could , never she felt so free .

 

What happened then , is still a mystery ,

For the only witness was the tree ,

And he never spoke , never was known 'THEIR' lane ,

Never were ‘THEY’ seen ,after that again…

 

****dedicated to 'JATAN' , never seen a free spirit like you..****