Caged Bird
She sits on a concrete bench
With that gleam in her eyes
She waits for some miracle
Among the piles of lies
People all pass by her
With a melancholic reflection
And try to comprehend her
Delayed right to liberation
For she, herself is blind
To whatever is outside
She sits behind her bars
With all the pretense, she hides
A caged bird she becomes
Despite her few limitations
She is locked within her plights
And keeps looking for salvation…