The Forgotten Song

A canary chirped inside the golden bars,

fluttering her delicate wings with terrible force

for the divine longing of swimming high in the air.

She has forgotten the song she used to sing in the forest.

She has forgotten the taste of the food she once relished.

She has forgotten her home,her family,her friends.

She no more makes sweet noise.

Her voice reflects her pain,

her voice trembles.

She wants no delicacies to be fed,

no golden cage to live in.

All she wants is to be touched by the warm sunrays,

to see the vast stretch  of blue,

to sing the forgotten song,

in the densest of woods.

She wants to race with her friends ,

to drench herself in the cold rain.

When the little creature sobs,

no good hearts are there to show pity.

People watch the restless bird from far,

and clap,

being gratified by her strange act.

True.

Human have good logic.

They are far more advanced,

to understand the agony of the little bird.

One day,

I see a lifeless yellow creature,

feathers surrounding her ,

gone to the father high above,

to get the answers 

for those numerous questions her mind ever pondered

throught her life ,

though short it was.

Gone is the canary,

and gone with her is the memory of 'The Forgotten Song '.