Years ago, during my college days, I was in a phase where my stammering ‘iceberg’ was growing deep down… Acceptance was unknown then. And writing did give me a vent. But writing about stammering upfront? That was something I couldn’t have ever imagined that time. So, I decided to pen down a poem, which symbolizes “Stammering” and the difficulties a PWS has to go through. I would like to share the same poem to all my friends here. The poem is titled : “Bird in the Cage”.

Far away from me
With its arms open wide,
I see the sky
And the sun alongside,
The golden leaves
Dance with the winds,
And the flowers watching
Like the royal kings
“This is your life,”
Say the trees giving a sigh,
“You are born to fly, you are born to fly”

My fellow beings
Hum the tunes of life,
They share the happiness
And the fruits, Oh! So ripe.
“Tell me how it feels,”
“to be free?”, I plead…
Like I don’t exist,
They pay no heed,
There’s nothing but my heart,
To hear me cry,
“I too want to fly, I too want to fly”

With my weak little beak,
I stab so hard
To break open
The strong iron guard,
I flap my wings
Faster than last time,
Only to see
My feathers fall in the slime,
The crow on the windowpane
Mocks all the hours,
“You are caged in bars, you are caged in bars”

Tough may be these bars,
I can’t sever them apart,
But listen all you fellows,
I don’t loose heart.
Look at me not,
With those usual sorry eyes,
I am one like you,
So very beautiful, so very nice.
Being a bird, I always dream high,
“A day will come, when I will fly, I will fly”