It looks pretty, doesn't it?
In a golden cage resides the bird you adore the most,
Surrounded by your love and all it needs,
Yet its heart craves the touch of the blue sky,
The sun painting its feathers with hues as it soars high,
Dancing among the clouds,
It longs for the forbidden freedom
You admire its beauty, assuming contentment,
While silently it withers away within your confines,
Intriguing how you keep it under your control,
A prized possession, a pet you claim to care for,
Yet its true freedom remains restrained,
And invisible are the tears it sheds and its pleas.

Acknowledge...