You can cage me but I shall still sing.

“You say you’ve seen seven wonders

and your bird is green

You can’t see me

You can’t see me” – Lennon/McCartney/The Beatles from the song “And your bird can sing.”

“Do you know why I still sing?”

The caged bird asked the free bird.

“No. Do you know why I sing?”

The free bird asked the caged bird

“I sing because I am free

I sing because it comes to me

Naturally, spontaneously”

She told the caged bird, flapping her wings

Just outside her cage, fluttering around freely.

“I sing remembering freedom”

The caged bird said in song, sad, and sweet

“I sing imagining freedom

Though I am caged, and alone, I am free

Now you know why, though my wings are clipped

I still sing, and sing free.”

I still sing as song can’t be caged

I still sing as song is free

I sing through to song, to create the free

Now I too know why the caged bird still sings.

You can cage me too, but I shall still sing.

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

6 thoughts on “You can cage me but I shall still sing.

  1. Amita Paul

    Caged Bird
    BY MAYA ANGELOU
    A free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends
    and dips his wing
    in the orange sun rays
    and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks
    down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through
    his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and
    his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
    and he names the sky his own

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Even if caged, the bird sings …the undaunted spirit of so many is reflected in this poem …

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  3. Asha G Kumar

    Unmistakable allegory and such a lovely allusion to Angelou’s poem, I know why the caged bird sings…
    So true that thoughts, mind and spirit cannot be caged or imprisoned, only the physical self is subject to that.
    Loved this plea and affirmation of freedom.

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