To Be Free
A parrot in the sky
flies this way that way
in pursuit of food
for herself for child
she goes out wander,
not thinking of hunter.
Another in the golden cage,
walks inside as in rage,
trainer has trained to talk
some easy words during walk
imported food, mineral water
gives with love, the owner dear.
Give the bird a choice of these
we know which she will choose.
Sure the first where she can be
her own master happy free.
To be free , be ourselves
we do wish but seldom can.
Entered for Thursdays Poets’ Rally week 38 
