Live for a while

I wish for the open blue sky above,

Not the ceiling of boxed lights,

A loud desperate cry of silence remains,

Over the ruins of my dead freedom,

A beeping system,

And this grayed monotony,

Even breathing sounds mechanical,

With a tiny soul shouting within,

O! You the little bird outside,

Flapping the wings that I need,

To tan in the sunshine,

Breathe and Live for a while.

TRIVIA 

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{As I am sitting in my office doing my daily mundane tasks I look above the tiled ceiling. I desire for the freedom of my creative soul through this poem.}

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug] 

Published in the MAY 2013 issue of e-magazine named
TAMARIND RICE.[Page 2 - top right corner]