The Little Bunting

(Dedicated to all the caged souls who crave freedom)


In a drab cage of a lonely house,
a little bunting had a home.
All she knew was the rusted bars
and the semi-golden dome.

She was born and grew up in there,
not knowing about the world.
Her wings were all but useless now,
for they were never unfurled.

For a long time she lived happy there,
oblivious to what lay beyond.
Her freedom was never a thought
since she was part of her spawn.

One day from her drab old cage,
she saw a flock of pardalotes.
They flew like kings and glided fine,
high up, they appeared to float.

All of a sudden, she grew morose,
and took a look at her wings.
She wondered of the open sky,
she wondered of unseen things.

She knew that she had had enough
and tried to get through the bars.
But her frail body failed her, so
she just stared at the stars.

A sudden rush, a sudden urge
forced her to spread her wings.
She knew she’d be free soon enough,
so she began to merrily sing.

When the following dawn arrived,
she strengthened her resolve.
She knew she wanted her freedom,
and she felt her fear dissolve.

She opened her wings and closed her eyes,
praying this as she cried:
“Help me God, I deserve to be free,
Enough, I have been tried.”

She fluttered her wings, for the very first time ,
she generated a torrent of wind.
As she slowly raised herself,
she gasped, as her breathe thinned.

She chose not to stop, she wanted to fly,
she broke the semi-golden dome.
Her cage broke open, and out she flew,
the sky was now her home.

The bunting looked at the world below,
growing happier as she flew faster.
The drab cage was no longer her home,
and finally, she was her own master.

Caged no more

(The image above is original art. Please do not use it without permission)

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5 thoughts on “The Little Bunting”

    1. Thank you, Rajesh. It was indeed from the bottom of my heart. Wrote it in around 30 mins., one of those times when words flow straight from the heart to the fingers. Thanks for reading. 🙂

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  1. It’s beautiful. When one writes poetry, one writes with all their heart in it. Beautifully written and I can relate to it too. 🙂

    Keep Writing!

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