Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird
And renders her helpless and weary
Drought of happiness has caught her by the neck,
As she is bitten by the wrath of the smiting sun,
Hung on the troughs of emotions
And left her with a cimmerian look.
She looks unto the clouds
In quest for wind and showers
Wants to be caught in the breast of liberty
And caressed by hands of her sibling bird -air.
