WINGED EPISODE

Trekking through the vast terrain

Lying sprawled beyond the horizon,

I enounter a strange feeling.

On my left a vast expanse

Of green meadows.

Horses and sheep graze lazily

On the rich ground.

The plight of the bony animals

Send a wave of

Shock and distress.

Peacocks dance to the

Merriment of the coming breeze,

A scene of satisfaction and hunger.

A piercing shreik

Drew my attention,

On my right a vast expanse

Of ploughed land.

Nature waits to see

The cruel whips of the lord,

Transforms the waste

Into full bloom

Toiling under the sweat and tears.

Those watching hawks

Hold the eins that leads to

The cruel laws of bonded labour,

A scene of injustice and slavery.

With stained cheeks

And ladn heart, I continue..

An instinct stir within

For the need to revolt

To free the caged birds.

One born with love,

Lived with care,

To live in happiness

And to die in freedom.

The failure to recognize one's

Identity is the beinning of disaster,

And reformation is the

Beginning of wisdom,

A view through humanity.

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