As I Age Through This Cage

As I age through this cage,

With unseen bars of social race;

Caste and creed being topic of debate

But hard upon us like an iron gate.

Some tries to break through

And free themselves under the sky- blue;

But this is against the book of rule

Therefore, freedom is overruled!

Day by day the broken bars are mended

With metal stronger than previously made.

We thought it has lost its strength 

And brittle enough to fall of someday.

With passing time it becomes taller and stronger,

Like sky scrapers in a city of hunger;

Break it!  Break it! The slogan arise

But, slowly and clearly vanish in the sky.

As I age through this cage

I wonder we were not prisoners by birth

Then,  why feel the hard bars upon our chest

Instead of breathing the air FRESH?

Every solution ends up in a fight

Like a fire ball in the open sky

Making the bars hot and heavier,

And the air fowl and smellier.

‘We will live through this!’- You promise.

In your heart but you cry like a foolish

You wish to be a child again

Able to jump in an unknown well

The bliss of freedom -

Is lost in the playground,

When you had injured your knee the last time,

As you have aged through this cage!