A Slow disease

This is the image of dying bird.
The one you hold in your heart.
Born to fly, but kept caged and well fed.
Not knowing now, if it’s already dead.

5 thoughts on “A Slow disease

  1. This is deep…
    Our plans are being held in our heart, plans met to be fulfilled but we kept it in our heart and keep on pondering on it.. So many great plans and dreams die everyday because we didn’t let them out…
    Thanks for this

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