I remember those days of childhood, when I used to watch the sky.
I felt like a bird then, which was soaring high.
Today when I see out, the sky is the same and so are the clouds
But I am no more a free bird to fly high throughout.
The wind blowing out calls me.
The fresh air asks me.
But I am captivated in this cold box,
where I am able to perceive but not able to talk.
The walls around me are transparent
But I am not able to see through them.
Huge cement trees surround me.
I feel I am caged and I have nowhere to flee.
The complete day I feel like a robot,
Working on keys that can’t open the doors,
the doors of my independence and my liberated mind.