Want to breathe, stuck in a crate
Can’t get my gleam to an obscure frame
A visionary’s dream to explore Spring
The trill of natural artistry.
Can’t bury my face on a feeble surface
Not suited my grace for ability
Need to attempt a glaring tread
To crown my fascination as bounty.
My obsessions are high like a colourful fly
To cheer and complement quality
Choice of shades amber, royal or fade
Showing my zeal for sanity.
Boundary of a cage never compelled a pledge
To an impotent being or a beastly
Demanding some grips as a profile of aids
With an adequate presence and authenticity.
Slumbering on a bed for an awful defect
Is an affecting fact for pounding
A transport for ill to a triage grill
Along a chasing whirl to destiny.
My eyes and soul, observing more and more
The search of an effective respiratory
From a sealed threshold to a dark pitfall
Not finding any trail of identity.
Yet not afraid, free enough to state
My feelings and trusts for greenery
Engaging my quills to transcript the skills
As an achievement negating thrills
This poem is dedicated to all, who are suffering from the clutches of the deadly disease either on a hospital bed or inside a home and can’t enjoy the beauty of our ecosystem. Also committed to those who are somewhere missing their own existence and wanted to do something for their identity but getting discouragement. Hope, you will find the message through the poem.