We live in a world wherein
Cages house the most liberal creatures; birds
Their cries for help
Divine symphony to the ears
All our anguish lost in a vacuum of echoes
That the sweet tunes of desperation create
If the doors to the cage are opened,
The bird is free to fly
Free to caress the almighty sky
Yet, even the great blue in all its might
Is never truly boundless to rove
Not until the bird’s flight to fulfillment
Fails to render it
A mass of charred feathers
But listen closely and the bird will tell you
The freedom to feel the wind
Gush through its wings
Is truly to die for
Jabir Mahmood Chowdhury
Editor-in-Chief