Love?

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I once had a cage which I called ‘Love‘.
I tried to contain the winged from flight.
But, whenever I looked at the skies above,
I wondered what was beyond my sight.

I didn’t cage you, for you’re bird and cage.
I caged myself for I was afraid to fly.
I was trapped in a diary, and your favorite page.
So, my story was just another lie.

Heaven shook the cage with lightning,
and I was no longer your prisoner there.
You played no part in the imprisoning.
I imprisoned myself when you didn’t care.

~Pramodh Iyer, a Poet at Ω The Equilibrium Of Life Ω

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