The Case of A Bird buying Cage

It was real;

These shades 

And the shadows.

It was real;

The moon,

Snowy and alone.

It was real;

The night’s scary,

Everything’s to worry.

The shades and the shadows

Got no light behind.

The moon got no sky behind

And night has no end.

With all animals busy in hunt

Running after the innocent,

This will go on and on

Till we are all dead and gone,

It was real.

The temples

Sleep in cold.

The courts lay

Silent and sold.

Where are these heroes

Of some great stories?

Why can’t one of us

Kill those animals?

We don’t, it’s real.

There is some soot,

All around in this daylight,

Covering our eyes

With fanciest colours.

One of us,

A friend or foe

Will find this,

Our fakes, where they are feeble.

It’s real.

The lights,

On these roads,

In your hands,

Flickering,

Shivering,

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me in that darkness,

Look like faith that never works.

Your tear is not,

But my fear was real.

The images,

That ran in and out,

Were not yours,

Were neither not who I believe,

But of some animals,

Scratching me to bones.

We will never know 

This pain was real.

I didn’t see

The fire so close.

I don’t want even you 

To see it in your dream.

That’s incisive,

We never know this drive,

Where it takes us

To, with its own wilderness,

But my destiny was real.

Now what,

You speak this and that ,

Here and there,

Noise everywhere.

You shout out 

Of your suffocation

At some faceless giant.

But where is the real precipitation.

It’s here my tear, it’s real.

It’s real

It’s real

It’s real

It’s real

It’s real

It’s real

It’s real

And you will never know

Till this spreads to your eye.