I found a bird And i named her hope. She used to flutter her wings twerp and Hither tither Vibrantly. One day I caged hope. She moved here and there Out of worries and questions. Looked for exemption. And Hit her head against the rods. pushed it hard But she didn't know It was a cage made of loving words And fake promises Which are as strong as an iron. After looking her struggle I relieved her from the cage But I was scared, That she will fly. So the brutal me, chopped her wings. And told that' it's good For both of us. But She started bleeding... Bled .. over my hands And eventually hope died. Yes! she died.