Life was good
It was a beautiful color
I used to fly in the fresh air,
He used to breathe in the open air
I used to fly, chattering, spreading my wings
Sometimes it goes up
Sometimes it comes down
Sometimes he would travel right, sometimes he would turn left
I used to sit on a thick tree, when the sun was strong
Then meet the flowers in the gardens,
As it was evening
Chew grain, drink water
They used to build a house out of straw
Every breath brings thanks to the Lord,
Days used to go by, laughing and smiling
Then it happened like this.
That lies in a trap
I was arrested
Far away in the city market
I was sold
They began to cut, then day and night, locked in a cage
My eyes were swollen from crying
I did the same, except patience
Couldn’t do anything, instead of coercion
I have come to terms with the situation.
That cage is my home, I understood
The crumbling life was still good
The shop I was in was not open today
There was no noise in the market, there was no commotion
The anxiety was increasing, every passing moment
Empty stomach in that house
Why would you get something in the evening!
Food was available in the morning
I was in the shop of the market
There was darkness everywhere
There was neither millet nor water
The day passed like that
Eat food, drink water
The same thing happened the other day
The lock shop is not open
It was getting up, not going away
I sat on one side of the cage
The darkness was just getting dark
Throat was dry due to thirst
Dane, the stomach was empty from the sting
It was always dark in this shop
There was a cage of all kinds, devoid of light
Then suddenly. . . The eyes were closed
My whole body was numb
There was only a few breaths left
What was the fault? . . I was innocent!
Harmless too, faithful!
I don’t know why it was punished
Eyes closed in front
There were scenes of good memories
Remember those memories
The head was tilted to one side
I am of five open spaces
Death had died of helplessness
Yes. I was”dead”!!
#Panchi #Nama
2024-07-25 19:49:00