Samreen Firdaus
The sky tears up for those with wings but are caged,
Stars mourn for their mates, restrained in dark veils.
Spring looks for butterflies, shut in a jar,
Snow melts in grief, for the lovers afar.
The sea waits for hearts deep as it is,
The rain yearns for the arms, warm and bliss.
Mountains call for echoes, left unheard,
Papers flutter for the hidden fingers and words.
The canvas longs for the artist, unknown.
And the locks are desperate for keys besieged, unshown
Records are sad for the genius entrapped,
The crown’s been wailing for the king, stabbed.
The lab counts down for the inventors confined,
And the stage misses the golden eyes, stuck among blinds.
The clock keeps ticking for the perfect time,
For an uprising, for a scarce chime.
When a storm arises to untie every chain,
The relief will take over all the pain.
In the right place, the puzzle blocks will fit,
The misery and the wait will be worth it.
In my mind, there’s just a red mark
With a lot of power, it sparks,
“For God’s sake, tell me the price,
Will be taken to uncage my voice