A lavish dwelling
With all material pleasures
A gratifying feast
Again redundantly profuse
An enviable wardrobe
That could clad many for a year
The best of everything
The newest too
Yet it’s just a golden cage
Which I’m born into
I flinch when others
Envy my silver spoon
For what I have not
Is a normal life
With a birthright to laugh in joy
But merely a mechanical life
For what I have not
A soul to share my life with
Many souls perhaps…
Understand me for,
I’d rather have gruel with many
Than eat cake alone
So here I am,
Free to live but not to fly
Live royally, but cry in this bonded life
Hope decaying in futile rage
Like a bird a golden cage
Sequined silk and golden chains
Fail to heal the scars that remain
Making me learn that joy comes not from wealth
But from loving people and sound health.
But here I am imprisoned
Where I don’t live
But merely exist
With heavy volumes that
I ought to read
For a rewarding career it seems
All for what?
To eventually build another
Golden cage for my victims
Yet to be borne and born by me?
Rich spoilt child is what you protect me from
No need to, I tell you
But why does a plea for a normal social life
Have to mean pubs or discotheques?
Instead why remind me of the diamond walls
That have, been built for me
Like I asked for it?
I seek not, the whole world
But merely, my share in it.
Free me,I am a little golden bird
In this golden cage..
© G N Karthika 2008
2008-03-13 @ 12:14