Always caged myself to be the bird that sang to their beats pleasing their ears ,
little did i knew what they heard as melody , was me crying with feathers dipped in tears ,
They cheered seeing me fat as if I'm a delight,
Whom they thought happy, was actually urging a little flight ,
And why not ,the feathers were heavy in pain
All that I knew was I was showering in my own rain,
The little beak peeped out of the cage for some air
Their fingers pointed , caging me again inside ! as if they care !