Like a Singing Bird...

She steps in like a singing bird

Caged in a world of choices made,

By the keepers of her silver fate,

Singing away till the purple sunset.

The storm sets in; the rain whips

Her feathers of hope that dwindle wet,

She won’t cry, she won’t laugh,

Rain rolls down her silent face.

She knows too well the sun that once

Sat at the keerper’s window ledge,

Won’t come again to ask her if,

They let her out to see the day.

She leaves like the bird that drinks

While sinking down the water’s depth,

She opens her mouth, breathes her last,

The singing bird then sings to death.

Copyright by Delilah Das