A BIRD

A Poem by sudipta paul

A Bird

The sky, blue and vast.
I look up, wistful and vain.
Fly, fly I must…
Up, Up into lusty heaven.
Try I hard, pain unspoken
Up stand the bars…
The room, dark, self forgotten.
The moon the dream and the stars…
Curse I myself, a soul battered.
Hate I myself, wings so tattered.
Laugh I myself, a distant past.
The sky, blue but no more vast.