My heart is like a caged bird
Unable to spread its wings and fly
Only my words
Are free
They have found wings
And are able
To traverse the world...
And tell all those who care to listen
How the poor heart feels
Tormented in its confined space
And yearns to be free
To fly high
And forever
To be with you...
The words take its message
To people far and near
Telling them how the caged bird feels
My heart remains under pressure
Ready to explode
But tries to resist
There is a slow leak...
Words releasing themselves
And organising themselves into thoughts
At times there is a burst of emotion
A strong passion
A sudden spurt
Magic happens
And a poem is born...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem