When you don’t leave it a choice
It hasn’t nowhere to go
Make for it a false rejoice
Paint for it a window.
Keep there a patch of sky
A space for a fancy flight
For its wings to soar dreamily high
And bathe in the golden light.
You have stolen its endless space
It hasn’t nowhere to go
Make for it a fake happiness
Paint for it a window.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-hold-captive/
