unbind me
from this chain of thorns
that binds me in this narrow room
for no fault of mine
a caged bird
in this sinister prison cell
myriad voices cascade
no, not the garrulous chatter of birds
nor the crescendo of merry laughter
never a sweet song of lullaby
but the wailing of mothers
their children ripped from their breasts
women separated from their men
the widows’ lament of despair
drawn by hands lads clad in olive green
i see a flaming ball
a terrible face of holocaust following
kindled by the spectacle of knowledge
in the path of experiment
they turned to lotus-eaters
slaves of hedon
intoxicated
their mind and intellect
nipped in the bud
while floating submissive in their revelry
time and tide
sweep away their wealth and honour
far beyond
the nine lofty ranges
it’s a boon for others far away
smiling they reap the harvest
helplessly watched by the impotent souls
life is precious
only to depart too soon
like a light which illumines darkness
let me plant the immortal tree
sow the seed of ambrosia like a bird
let me wing to earth’s every corner
to reach the proximity
where meets the living with the dead
and sing the carol of humanity
unbind me
remove this chain of thorns
let me not deflect my course
do not fault me
this is the only desire of a caged bird