I hanged a cage
With a pair of finches
on the dried trunk
of a leafless tree.
Seasons passed by
Without acquaintance with the tree,
Neither the blooms nor the snow .
Once upon a time ,
the spring hugged her
To bloom zillion blossoms .
With the breeze and the rain ,
Couples entered in to wedlocks
Under the roof of peace.
That cage made of golden rails
With a tiny window .
Waved in the cold wind
Neither sparkling nor freezed.
My memories lived inside
Like those finches
realizing the luxury lmits.
A day shall come
To fly in to a world
With no boundaries
Neither with iron wires
Nor with wisteria wines.
Nabeela Parvees 