It means freedom they say. Some people in our country have trouble comprehending this word. It is February now. Time for the saffron political party to go bersherk again. I am tired of the argument and tired of the fact that people don't get tired of it.
They tie a chain to my leg
knife on my wing
they cut me from the sky
The wooden cage
he opens the door
torn, old cards of fate
he speaks to the customer
and claims I read the fate
Like some dreadful gift
they mummify me in their cocoon
my expression becomes an echo
in the dead vacuum
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