In a gloomy evening of September
In a murkily, time of my life
I found myself alone sitting under the moon
Silently Listened to the warbling of caged birds
They were reminding deploring on their glaze

One hapless bird said sadly
Today, setting alone in my cage is killing me
IAM missing my exemption so badly
All those days of exemption
All those memories of mine in good

Other Quoth sadly
I used to fly so high in the sky
I used to play with overlaying of the sky
I used to eat differently each day
I used to live along with my kin
Sigh, everything fade away slowly

Another mentioned sadly
I was the one putting sky under my feathers
I was the one who used to fly raggedly
I was the poppet one of my family
I loved to eat according to my wills

Moan, but now

Old one sadly continued
We are warbling in a cage alone
We are away from our Loved ones
We are no more able to eat independently
We are living a life butter than death
Little one hugged the old one tightly

And Quoth, politely
Yes we are no more able to fly
Yes we are now living a life of captive
We all are away, away from our Loved ones But,
We are still living a life better than many
We don't need to go to search food
We don't deserve such cates, but
He blesses us with such cates

Moan, we don't still pay praises to Him
Still we are complaining, we have ingrate
Don't you all think we need to be thanks full
Don't you all think we need to be very obedient


Hearers humored slowly and realized
Along with me, we are an ingrate creation of Him
We really don't deserve such cates in our life
But He blessed us with all those cates which are
Precious
© uzma Parveen