i'm weak

written long back...

I’m weak

I’m a slave

Inside a cage without a lock

I’m a human

I’ve a heart

I feel

I care

For good hearts, bad hearts , broken hearts, cunning hearts, shrewds hearts, selfish hearts….

I do feel

I do care

So am I

Inside a cage without a lock….

Just like sweet, cute beautiful birds are put in a cage locked at first….

That’s when the bird forgets it’s flight

The locks are thrown away…

By the bad hearts

Either the bird falls in love with the cage or the owner

May be the question

But the truth is

Somewhere deep inside

It knows it’s reason for life is the wings and its use is to fly…

Though forgotten for a while…

One day it’ll realize

And it will fly

So will I

From the cage where I am the prisoner for a while…