To my master who disrupted my flight,
My wings have lost its vigor,
My confidence to fly to the distant corners has dwindled,
My eyes have turned pale and lifeless,
My voice has lost its song,
You have turned me into a caged bird…
But something down from my heart tells me,
I have wings,
I can fly,
I can sing,
I’m a bird,
I’m waiting for my caged redemption…
— Anoop © People and Hearts
It is tough to live a life like this woman. Carrying a child on her left arm and an unborn child, the lady is singing.
She sings for a living. She sings for feeding her unborn child. She sings for feeding her another child. She sings for feeding herself and her husband. Yes! She is pregnant!
She is tired. The rushing sound of the moving train is overshadowing her song. Amidst all these difficulties, she sings and makes a living. The song describes the pain and struggle she endures.
It is tough being a woman. She earns respect.
The song of the pregnant lady…
© People and Hearts