A dove raised in a lioncage
The lion in grace of the sky
Valiant and Victor representative on the stage
But in solitude his depth full of rage
Neither ejected the clove nor let her fly
Kept her trapped from dreaming high.

The sky was high and the dove dreamt of heights.
Lion locked her in the days, she empowered herself in nights
Once, lion was asleep and she decided to fly away
She unaware to flap the wings but kept passing
Vigourousity of lion was waste in this play
The lion jailed a dove but not her ambitious stray.

Found the bird escaping, he followed her behind
The dove flapped her wings as rapidly she could
And took a flight, the lion jumped high trind
Couldn't catch her, she flew as high as she should

The lion fell down breaking his back, hands and thighs
And the dove flew high above the trees, the limits and the skies!

© Aena Meshram