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Gloria Shaji

Children Stories Drama Tragedy


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Gloria Shaji

Children Stories Drama Tragedy


The Caged One

The Caged One

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Even if I do not know when I will be free from this cage,

I hope that the next day will be better.


I wish I was with my family,

Running through the jungle, drinking the purest water, feeling the green grass.

I wish I could hear the birds chirping as my morning lullaby and breath the fresh air.

I wish I could be in that world where there are no human beings.


My eyes are dreary

Body is feeble

Soul is ruined

My cage(home) is grubby and mar

I was once a mighty, brave, big cat.

Now I am a display of orange skin with black stripes,

Locked behind bars, I do not know who I am.


Everywhere is filthy, including human heart.

My life was perfect, everything changed when I entered the human world.

Man with his cruel mind did not leave me free.


Men named me Raja, actually I was a serf. Made me jump through burning hoops.

I am Silas (man of forest) named by my family,

And the only thing I have.

I am here, haunted

But hopeful that the next day will be different.


I wish I could be free

I wish I could see the blue sky

I wish my fate would be different.


As living with the circus crew,

The spotlights do not irritate me.

The audience are having different nature,

I can see sparkling in the eyes of children,

some are petrified due to all day worries,

Humans give applaud and make fun of my hard work,

I saw girls with same eyes as mine,

Afraid of something more than me.


Some are having empathy,

But that emotion will not change my fate.

Lonely kids are peeping out of holes,

being out of cash for tickets.

If the trainer slaps me,

That too gives mankind happiness.

Now I accept my fate.


I wish I could be free

I wish I could see the blue sky

I wish my fate would be different.


I tried to escape from this hell,

but I failed.

Now I know why the caged birds do not sing.

It may be golden,

But it's still a cage.

My body can not escape from this,

but my soul will.

I will rise from the ashes like a phoenix,

and wear the crown made by my scars proudly.


I wish I will be the real Silas (man of the forest),

and would remove the creature's threatening the world,

would make the nature blush with it's beauty,

would erase fear in the minds of sinless children,

I will harm the one who taught that "animals are born to be caged",

By dreams or by death.

But these will stay as dream,

As man is powerful and he will destroy the world.


I wish my death,

My soul would go to the woodland

and walk through the green grass.

No hands will ensnare me,

Even if my skin would be a tunic for someone.


I wish I could be free

I wish I could see the blue sky

If not today maybe the next day...


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