Slightly absorbed into my surrounding
Taking in, the silence of my veil
And the glint of the active day about to break
Its dim rays beckoning
Deep beyond the constrains of my veil
Startling my eyes to peer
At the three tiny birds
Perched above the ailing banana leaves
My interest married to their dance
The dance of freedom
My ears keen to their music
Soft and unrestrained above
The tender tapping of the rain drops
That glide down in a carefree attitude
Committed to no man's prison
To settle into tiny splashes
Mating with the shrived undergrowth
Eternally dying from suffocation
Inflicted by the banana stalks
And with each drop of rain
The music and the dance get merrier
And I see the first tiny bird
Lifting its wings into an elegant dance
That beg at my heart to join in the sway
Then the second tiny bird nods at me
Floating off into a choreographed groove
Eloping with my soul on its wings
Then the last tiny bird winks at me
Heightens its lyrical voice into a lilt
And without my control, I open my mouth
To mimic what my heart is dancing to
And that to which my soul has found bliss
They urge me on and on until am one of them
The three tiny birds unveiled
They sing and dance to my freedom
Evoking my want to be free
But am a human soul, caged by my own world
In a prison fashioned by my thoughts
And build with the effort of my hands
Behind my own veiled window
I peer in pain at the free world
Of the three tiny birds
sitting outside unveiled
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