"Pretty Poor Souls"
The mornings have changed , And the evenings too, Sky feels lonely, As those trees do .. Everything became still and stiff.. When those chirpings ceased. Nature was sad.. Alas! they were CAGED. Human has became the" Master " , Forgotten even "The Holy Master". Neither he fears , Nor, he feels shame. Cruelty has became the part of his fame... His pleasure and entertainment , Give those poor souls only impairment. ' Caged' ,Prisoned ' Behind those bars .. They were given many scars. Their beautiful life disbands, As they became "puppet" in those mighty hands. Their habits appreciated! And so their varied appearances. Unnoticed , were only those innocent eyes.. Holding onto the 'PAIN', Pain of being caged, Pain of being slaved , Pain of being not free to reach the sky!! "Love birds"they were named Alas ! Their love has been caged. And again.... Man and his gr