I was smiling and dancing in a world so sweet,
Where fantasy and reality were meant to meet.
A knock on my heart, I opened the door,
A beautiful bird flew out, strapped to my core.
With a golden wire, from my heart to her wings,
She sang and flew, enchanted by magical things.
She tried to touch art, so lovely and bright,
But it vanished each time, slipping from sight.
Her song turned sad, she flew here and there,
Led me to water, through fire, up mountains bare.
I grew tired and hurt, begged her to rest,
But she chased illusions while giving her best.
A thought came to my mind—should I cut the golden thread and set us both free? But then, what if the bird were to suffer or be lost? Her pain would be mine, her absence will make me cruel and it won't be fair.
Exhausted, I caught her, with gentle care,
Placed her in a cage, to end our despair.
I closed the door, back where she came,
And thought about the journey, the joy and the pain.
But the bird is not confined forevermore;
She is allowed to fly, to explore,
To enjoy the green garden, so lush and sweet,
Where she can find beauty and joy, where emotions meet.
-Ojasweeta Sinha