Poems by
Priyadarshini

I know what the caged bird feels…

a poem by Priyadarshini

I know what the caged birds feel, alas!
   when the sun is bright in the sky;
When the wind stirs soft through the grass;
   and the river flows like a stream of glass;
I know what the caged bird feels.

I know why the caged bird beats her wings;
   till her blood is red on the cruel bars;
For she must fly back to her nestle;
   and a pain still throbs in the old scars;
I know why she beats her wings.