A CAGED BIRD

I’m strolling in the cool shade of memory lane,
Reminiscing the joyous years bygone,
When I was a light- hearted, merry bird,
Perched, on the blossomed bough of childhood.

I was a waft of breeze floating in the sky,
Through the coconut groves, over the treetops high,
A butterfly with rainbow feathers of dreams,
In a fairyland with beauteous crystal dreams.

Awakening from the reverie of past, I see
My son is a caged bird, and not free,
He is so fed up of life, he doesn’t sing
I am powerless to break the clutch on his wing.

Whom to pray, I don’t understand
No god has given me a helping hand,
How can I give him, his lost childhood,
Till he grows up to a man with a lost childhood.