She sang long lost melodies
Of blue sky, of sun-soaked clouds
Of the wooden boughs
Of lost battles
Of victorious warships
Of forlorn hymns
Of mother’s lullaby
Of the red vermillion sunset
Of purple moonlit night
Of the past glories
Of the unchained kites
Of the merrier faces
Of smiles of liberation
Of the glories of civilization
She sang songs of freedom
Of the redness of blood
Of her unstitched heart
Of her bold territories
She still breathes
She still sings
Of songs of melancholy
Of verses soaked in pain
Of tattered bones
Of writhing wings
A dead soul.
A carcass
A Corpse
The caged bird
Sang songs
Of freedom
Memoirs of a caged bird
The master fed her golden grains
Of blue sky, of sun-soaked clouds
Of the wooden boughs
Of lost battles
Of victorious warships
Of forlorn hymns
Of mother’s lullaby
Of the red vermillion sunset
Of purple moonlit night
Of the past glories
Of the unchained kites
Of the merrier faces
Of smiles of liberation
Of the glories of civilization
She sang songs of freedom
Of the redness of blood
Of her unstitched heart
Of her bold territories
She still breathes
She still sings
Of songs of melancholy
Of verses soaked in pain
Of tattered bones
Of writhing wings
A dead soul.
A carcass
A Corpse
The caged bird
Sang songs
Of freedom
Memoirs of a caged bird
The master fed her golden grains
@Ronita
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