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Encaged Bird

Nov 16, 2024
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Updated: Jul 14, 2025

By Astitva Tripathi


How long will my wings rest?

When will the world see my best?

I can't resist, I want to fly,

Upto what extent do I have to try?


Oh, please, someone answer my sufferings,

My head's a mess, I want someone to clear my clutterings.

Oh, dear lord, please set me free from this cage,

I can't seem to unravel life's complex maze.


I am hopeless now, I've lost life's battles again and again,

How long will it take to heal my pain?


But no, I will not let my efforts go for in vain,

I have nothing to lose, but so much to gain.


In the shadows of despair, I will seek a guiding light,

Though I have lost multiple times, yet I will fight.

With wings of hope, I'll rest and mend,

For in perseverance, my strength I will tend.


The world shall witness my unwavering quest,

As I rise from ashes, giving my very best.

Through storms and trials, I'll learn to fly,

With each challenge faced, reaching for the sky.


Clearing the clutter, my mind shall find peace,

In the vast expanse, my worries shall cease.

Released from the cage of doubt and fear,

I'll navigate life's maze, with purpose clear.


I lost the battles, but not the war,

Healing will take time, and then I shall soar.

With each passing day, a step towards the light,

In the depths of darkness, I'll find my might.


By Astitva Tripathi

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