The Free Bird

Somewhere back in time,

A caged bird had dreamt to fly.

In the bondages of politics,

The bird lonesomely cried.

Some people loved her,

Some adored her,

Some heartless people,

Ignored her.

A few men of honour,

Knew how she felt.

They begged for her freedom,

Looking in the eye of death.

Many noble souls,

Left this world.

Thus freeing,

The caged bird.

Now she flies,

High in the skies.

With a little heart,

That always cries.

She looks at the skies,

Which don't remind her,

The freedom she had attained,

Somewhere back in time.

Now she looks back,

At those times.

The cage seems better,

Than these endless skies.

Flying in these skies,

She still has to find,

Her freedom which lies,

Away from these chaotic times.

Like a free bird,

Flying in the sky.

Searching for a better place,

Searching for better times.

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This one's for you, India.

*salutes*