Fly, O Caged Bird

A bird born in a cage, tires soon of flapping its wings

For it has never tasted the sweetness of freedom and the joy that soaring brings

Ignorant of the limitless sky and the unbound wind

It remains oblivious to its self-worth and hidden flight skills

It comforts itself in desires that tether it to the earth

And clings to the ground, forgetting the angelic soul it received at birth

I wish it flies once to the heights of panoramic views,

Plays with the floating clouds and stars of shiny hues

May its wings touch for once, the realms of ethereal heights 

Where it knows that flight isn't an illness and never settles for a caged life!