The pet store
Once I visited a pet store,
To buy a little companion for
My little pup that was a few months old.
There were birds, dogs and mice,
Singing, barking, squeaking for a price
Of freedom, affection and something nice.
Each of them was highly cute,
Only then I noticed a bird was mute
In a cage which was its only suite.
Sitting on the golden perch,
It seemed to be in a deep search
Of unbound liberty in a surge.
I walked towards the golden cage,
To give its life a newer stage
Of freedom, joy and immense courage.
And there it flew high in the blue,
Chirping merrily with its crew
Above the grass, over the droplets of dew.
While the old oak tree smiled at it,
Fellow birds capered a bit
To celebrate in a sky which was lit.
And outside the window there lay,
A tinge of joy above the bay
Of abundant freedom which was to stay,
To make it lively and a little more gay.