Crushing of The Soul.

Birds should be caged,
They should not be free to fly high.
They should stay behind the bars;
They should not feel the joy of green grass.
Birds must stay away;
From the trees, flowers and beautiful bay;
Twigs and trunks and branches that sways,
Breaking the harsh wind and snowy storms,
Breaking their hearts and desires in a way,
That they warn those birds to be aware.
This green is so kind that it tries to save;
Those little feathers to be crushed away.
As it knows; this living is living but, yet not living,
In your heart and mind, it’s a constant suicide, it’s a constant killing.
Ayesha Aamir
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