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Cage
It all began in March.
Trapped in the house,
Feeling like a little mouse.
The window is our world
And we are no longer a free bird.
When we thought we could rule
A small virus showed us that we are fools
To think that we are the masters,
Living in houses of concrete and plasters.
In the world of our illusions,
We are just tiny humans.
The birds are free,
The world is beautiful
,When the humans are in a cage, feeling regretful.
By
Sparsh Raju Piparava
IV F
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