A tarnish parakeet bird would become fledging
Yet she was in the suffocating prison under her king,
A gaol, where air could get in or out into its miser hole
But she yearned to get the air of freedom in her jolly friends’ goal,
Assuredly she got to devour costly corns everyday
But she peeped only in the sky those herself like fay
Revolts, Intrigues, Cabals, Non-Violence disintegrated the spinal hump
Yet over her austere king, she couldn’t get her triumph,
From inside the cage, she espied the sun and moon
And day by day hankering to be a warrior like a brave Hun.
Also, she dreamt, “One day I’ll be in the elevated sky”
But what do you think? Is it a lie?