The Caged

all the books i read
have never said
what i felt

the pen and the paper
were soaked in the pain
of regret

yet there was a smile
to disguise
them all

my thoughts were arrested
being undirected
as they want

people were people
should have been simple
they were not

i followed the recipe
cooked it on gasoline
still it was raw

the prison is freedom
decorated dirt-some
we do love

So i decided
to rather be brave
to sit & observe
the ‘Caged’.