I spread my hands wide, wide enough to engulf the sky. Amidst those blue and pink lilacs lies a bird, a caged bird. Why is it caged while being flying in freedom? The wind that flows North has changed its direction, the clouds that float have started to fly off. Her wings hang between the sunrays and the light drizzling. The claws of hers have grown more dangerous. Yet, the throat shows the vulnerability of a bird, a caged bird. The lyrics of music which used to be her song now sound like knell. Her home in the recent past now is even worse than a house. For a better read : I spread my hands wide, wide enough to engulf the sky. Amidst those blue and pink lilacs lies a bird, a caged bird. Why is it caged while being in freedom? The wind that flows North has changed its direction, the clouds that float have started to fly off.
