Bird
A bird free in cage
But imprisoned.
One who sings beautifully
Or was
His tongue is long
Catches sight of a single feather, lying on his wing
In seconds, his tears dried away
That very day he danced,
of happiness.
...
This bird was not one to dig
But when he scratched a single scratch
hundreds of scissors came to his nails.
Why would he scream?
The very scream that not a soul could hear.
Not an eye looked his way.
...
Wanting to live, yet life is to far
with wings and feathers
Flaps his wings but still can not move
No longer able to sing
Not a single sound to voice
...
And now if the door is opened,
He could never fly
A destined prisoner
With the cage embedded within him.
........................................................
Written by : Hossam El-Okdah
Translated by: Sarah Emad
A bird free in cage
But imprisoned.
One who sings beautifully
Or was
His tongue is long
Catches sight of a single feather, lying on his wing
In seconds, his tears dried away
That very day he danced,
of happiness.
...
This bird was not one to dig
But when he scratched a single scratch
hundreds of scissors came to his nails.
Why would he scream?
The very scream that not a soul could hear.
Not an eye looked his way.
...
Wanting to live, yet life is to far
with wings and feathers
Flaps his wings but still can not move
No longer able to sing
Not a single sound to voice
...
And now if the door is opened,
He could never fly
A destined prisoner
With the cage embedded within him.
........................................................
Written by : Hossam El-Okdah
Translated by: Sarah Emad
