freedom

For her, days are not good.
She was captured in her childhood.
She was put in a cage,
but, could u call it a cage??..
No.. It was prison.
She spend her life in that prison,
for more than two whole years.
As for her, hours seemed like years.
One day a boy of young age,
by chance opened her cage.
She took the chance and flew away.
She flew till she was far away.
She could breath the air of freedom.
She flew with the joy of freedom.
She flew over mountains,
she flew over plains.
She was flying over a forest,
when atlast she decided to rest.
She sat on tree,
feeling that she was free.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound,
she let out a cry and fell to the ground.
She cried of pain, with a bullet in her breast..
She tried to fly but came to a rest.
She took a deep breath,
the last deep breath.
Her soul leaves her body,
which is really bloody..
There she gains the freedom as a whole,
the ultimate freedom for her soul..
The freedom which can never be lost.
It is the boon from the angel of death..

-joker-

nb:- this poem was written when I was something in between 12 and 15 years of age.