Dedicated to all my nepali aama, baba, didi, dai, baini bhai, kaka , kaki and everyone who are nepali caught in between crossfire of INCOMPETENT GOVERMENT and DESTRUCTIVE MAOIST
SYMPATHY
I know what the caged bird feels, alaas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
when the fist bird sins and the first bud opes(opens),
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals-
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged birds beat his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pains still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting-
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sing, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
Its not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from the hear'ts deep core,
But a plea, that upward to heaven e flings-
I know why the caged bird sings!
by Paul Laurence Dunbar, "Sympathy", 1899
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