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The Bird in Cage


"Why don't you trust your wings?
Why don't you fly high?" retorted the vast sky to the bird in cage.
The cage was suddenly shaken.
The bird in cage rushed to and fro in order to exhibit the trust on its wings,
" The walls of my cage are too strong for me to break,
In dreams only, flights in your vast expanse dear sky l can take". With teary eyes uttered the poor bird in cage.
" That’s an excuse. You haven't tried with zeal and conviction.
Little ants scale the mountains just by dint of their determination." The vast sky scoffed at the bird in cage.
Though, terribly exhausted with the previous failed effort yet the bird began to flutter its wings with a renewed energy and vigour.
But iron walls of its ill fated cage were too hard for it to break and conquer.
All it could get was loss of consciousness.
A little sudden shower from the vast sky brought it back to its senses.
" I did try,  you have seen my dearest sky.
But, now l feel l will die with a dream to fly." softly spoke the bird in cage.
" You didn't give your hundred percent. 
One more chance you must take,
Why don't you use the pointed weapon that is your beak?" The vast sky in any case wanted freedom for its friend the bird in cage.
The poor bird who was sick of the life in cage, 
decided to make one last attempt in order to live life in vast sky that it had always dreamt of,
And with its beak attacked the cage in wild rage.
Finally, the bird was by night out of its cage.
But, in the morning the vast sky was unable  to find its trace,
Until it noticed the broken but proud beak of the bird lying near its empty cage.
That day there was constant  torrential rain and thunder ,
Since, the vast sky was missing its bird in cage.
The vast sky had never wished any harm for its only true friend, 
All it had yearned for was a life of respect and dignity for its late dearest bird in cage.








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