The cage

One day Dudu was playing,

Smiling, flickering the eyes , dragging my hands and kicking my belly

Being a mother suppressing all the pains I was relishing his all activities

The whistle of pressure cooker pulled me to the kitchen

And Lucy, a little girl came to the bedroom to play with Dudu

And clasped him so tightly making her hands as a cage and he cried being suffocated

I ran towards him without second thought and slapped Lucy inhumanly stirred by the anger 

She wept bitterly and left the place wiping her tears

The tiny bird in my iron cage was intently watching me

As it was asking

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me a lot of questions

I was in a mixed state of shock and numbness

And completely dumbfounded witnessing the soul shattering expression of it

As the bird with massive resentment was asking me the questions like

Have you felt the pain of my mother?

Have you ever realised the affliction of me?

Is it pertinent to abridge my freedom to fly in the blue sky?

Unknowingly tears rolled down from my eyes

I rushed to the cage and made the bird free from that unwanted bondage

That flew away briskly giving me a scornful look

I was standing being motionless on the balcony with Dudu.