I wonder how the world outside would look,
Are those skies so close to the mountains?
Do the seas and skies meet?
What would I do if I wasn’t in the prison?
would I be able to take a leap?
Dancing to the tunes my queen plays,
singing all those songs she once played;
I ask, I ask myself how do other birds do it?
do they chirp same way or they rhyme
sweeter or bitter?
I have no fear of danger, even death is far off thought,
I get what I want, perhaps even more;
But I wonder what it would be to fight for what I want?
How would I feel, to fly all the way to get it?
I have none of my kind, yeah! I have my sweet queen;
but how would it be to be among friends,
to have some one chirp my lyrics,
to laugh to their jokes, to cry in their pain?
Not that I regret life the way it is.
I have everything, every joy one seeeks,
Yet I quest for troubles, emotions unknown.
The freedom that comes in with pain, hits hard with success,
A life outside my golden prison.
( special thanks to : Naveen Vedula for the Idea)