English Poems Literature Poems

Caged


It bites and claws
Relentlessly, and then it stops.
First it catches its breath
And then is caught in remorse.
Regret and anger follow,
Then it again bites and claws.

Such is the mystique of its cage,
In between the jarring iron bars,
The promise of a new dawn,
The beauty of every dusk
Are all visible in plain sight.

The appeal of what lies outside,
Compelling enough for it to bite and claw,
And the strength of the iron bars,
Enough to then disappear in remorse,
The perpetuity of this routine,
Enough for regret and then anger to set in.

Such is the plight of the human spirit,
Relentless but caged.

By Anirudh Dalmia
Painting by Sara Riches

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