Things are swirling around me
Unable to strike a chord with you
Things are submitting to unrest
Nothing is in harmony with me
Alone in this musical world
I’m only listening your tunes
Carved in this instrument, I’m
Detached from the other world
You entangled me in a few strings
Made me play thousand notes
I’m behind bars as a caged bird
Untouched by ripples of my own
Is this imprisonment a choice,
Or my utter helplessness?
Don’t need an answer any more
I’ve hid myself behind calmness
If you insist, let me ask you…..
Seeing my entity in this entirety
Judging my tune, my melody
Is life moving in my stony stare?
Can you see in me greenness,
Among dry woods all around me?
Can’t you infer from this state,
That my spring is in exile?
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