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Caged by his own insecurities,He sits in own miseries,Some created by him,And some by his surroundings.He stares at the sight outside ,Happy and joyous ,The birds fly,Singing the songs of merriment.He is envious, And sorrowed at his own plight,Burdened by his sufferings,He plans to escape out into the blue sky.The door of cage,Is unlocked and wide open,He takes one step out,Slow and steady.Fear grips him suddenly,Pushing him back to his misery,He returns back Sad and unhappy...
