"Waking up to the chirps of birds...getting kissed by first rays of sunlight...embracing the comely Flora and fauna around...Chasing our tiny notorious infants springing across the trees...splashing in sparkling rivers...covering miles and crossing peaks "
in between this we all grew...

I don't know our tired gestures will convey our plead or not but please someone hear our heart bleeds.

"These dusky rooms, bed of dried twigs, rotten fruits and this artificial habitat gags our breath, our thirst, our hunger and our hope; The melodies of our home are replaced by the snorting giggles and in front of us our infants drool behind the bars missing all the cuddles..
They are caged to exhibit happiness, juggle around and their fractious gestures amuse the monstrous spectators...
We didn't pray for wooden logs to swing on...
We didn't pray for lifeless trunks to climb on...
We didn't pray for odourless thirst quenchers to rely on...

Irony lies in the fact that actually we prayed for nothing...
We were relishing every bit of our mischievous natural territory which became chaotic on your arrival..."

-This is our caged plead for liberation...