The little boy with bare body and a tiny cap..admired the bird in the cage..looking from far..a photographer captured both..one was a prisoner of poverty and another caged for eternity.
The bird could see the sky so high, and felt the urge to say goodbye to the little master..if he let her go..wanted to feel the wing spread as it could fly..and the wind carrying it high and high..The bird was hoping that one day perhaps I can test the strength of my wings.But the little master ..couldn’t understand her woes.
The little master was also caged, his was the invisible cage of poverty and limitations.He wanted to play and study as his age children did, but he was never free. He had to work from dawn to dusk, and get few pieaces of bread .
Each day, he thought when will the morning dawn, when his time will come to rise and shine, will he be able to compete or not..in the world that seems so wide and big..small hands held the cage door..and wanted to let go his prisoner free..hoping one day..it will fly and feel good..that little master had compassion for thee.e
Friends like me are of no use
I forget you on a daily basis
I expect you to accept this status
And when nobody gets my call, but you
you ..the cool dude..
I feel so sure around you
It is true that I hardly remember you
and you faintly know me
I am the faded friend in memory
but I have you to depend on again
I know ..that I am a pain
will vanish again
when others come my way
if they plan to stay
I will go offline when you get online
and remain in touch with them
next..time I get so irritating and bad
just don’t answer my pleads to be
your friend..in need
of a heart that understand me
is but you
but..do I really know you ?