REWRITE
Rewrite Have you seen a bird? Perhaps she is not caged, But our eyes are illusioned. When I set out to discover myself, They stop me right there, Why do you do that? I ask, They never give an answer. One wintry evening, Under the golden streak of light, Extended my hands to catch- Hold that one single cloud, They say, ‘You’re mad!’ Just because I laugh at them. Is this how you label? My eyes don’t wink anymore, Not sure, if that’s my dream, I want a blank slate, I want to draw from scratch, Alas, they don’t let me! My feet don’t stay anymore, They want to fly up high, Mine tryst is too strong...